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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Ellirie Aviles (2/12/2012 3:52:00 AM)
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Ang ganda tlga nitong poem na 'to.. :)
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Sagar Shelar (2/10/2012 11:44:00 AM)
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No words to say, no sentence to praise.
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Stephen Shindler (2/6/2012 1:40:00 PM)
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I once pondered the point of reading and writing poetry, and it is this. YOU CAN'T RAP.
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John Jones (2/4/2012 12:28:00 AM)
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An amazing poem by an amazing poet. A twisted soul on a downward bound train. If only I could have met this man
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Manonton Dalan (2/2/2012 8:27:00 PM)
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many has annabel lee
few could write any
most has tears gone by
breathless and sighs
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Toxic Nash (1/26/2012 12:56:00 PM)
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i wish poe walked the earth today so that i could meet him: (his work is amazing
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Gregory Guy (1/24/2012 1:26:00 PM)
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Poe has a way of making you feel the pain of his very soul, making you forget who you are.
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Justin Reamer (1/19/2012 6:54:00 PM)
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Poe is a great poet, but he is also very depressing at times.
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Jovena Chia (1/17/2012 4:51:00 AM)
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poe is great he gets in2 ur mind and dug out ur deepest tot its dark n wounderfull
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Yuki Lin (1/3/2012 6:49:00 PM)
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Most of Edgar Allan Poe's poems are about loved ones dying and being killed because of what happened to him in his own life. He lost his wife whom he was madly in love with, and he's been going crazy over the loss of his wife.
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