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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
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  • Ben Voss (6/11/2007 7:57:00 PM)

    this poem is very beautiful a

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  • Mr. Zoomorphic (4/19/2007 11:00:00 AM)

    they both suck ass anyway

  • Leila Eagles (4/14/2007 5:42:00 PM)

    This is the PROPER version of Annabel Lee:

    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.

    She was a child and I 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 wingéd 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 Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea –
    In her tomb by the side of the sea.

    By Edgar Allan Poe

  • Sarah Beth (4/4/2007 10:50:00 AM)

    You have the poem completely wrong. Maybe if you are going to post literature, you should first read said literature. You are a complete disgrace to Edgar Allan Poe. I am going to go vomit now. I hope your happy

  • Cecilia Nicoletti (3/7/2007 12:10:00 PM)

    What a sense of sweetness.The pain and tender mix to describe misfortune as no one can.It was a long time ago I ve heard this poem readed by a women.It could be best by a man...the thing is perfect use of languaje words images tone and rhyming.And we dont use to think at Poe as Poet.

  • John Boykin (2/11/2007 7:02:00 AM)

    I would love to recite this poem to others. I cannot, my voice breaks up on this one.

  • Giedre Lunskyte (2/2/2007 6:07:00 AM)

    The most beautiful poem I have ever read....

  • Erica Lemons (12/31/2006 6:09:00 AM)

    Poe's dark brilliance has always been one of my top picks, but this lovely little poem of his has also been one of my favorite pieces of his. It has such a sweet, rhyming little tune for capturing such haunting depth of tragic emotion. I love the contrast.

  • Organizied Anarchist (12/30/2006 5:01:00 PM)

    This poem is so haunting and beautiful. The desperation in it is so painful yet gorgeous as the speaker mourns his lost love. Poe, I miss you.

  • R.E. Wind (12/11/2006 8:43:00 PM)

    this is one of the few poems in which i actually feel like i can hear the voice of the author, brilliant.

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