Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe Poems

1. The City Of Sin 8/10/2015
2. Ulalume 11/12/2015
3. Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius 1/3/2003
4. To Marie Louise (Shew) 3/26/2010
5. To F--S S. O--D 12/31/2002
6. Impromptu - To Kate Carol 3/25/2010
7. To M.L.S. 12/31/2002
8. Sonnet- To Zante 12/31/2002
9. To M-- 12/31/2002
10. Sancta Maria 1/3/2003
11. The Bells - A Collaboration 3/26/2010
12. Stanzas 12/31/2002
13. To -- -- 12/31/2002
14. To F-- 12/31/2002
15. To Helen - 1848 1/1/2004
16. To -- 12/31/2002
17. Israfel 12/31/2002
18. Sonnet- To Science 12/31/2002
19. Epigram For Wall Street 3/25/2010
20. To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad 12/31/2002
21. In Youth I Have Known One 1/1/2004
22. The Forest Reverie 1/1/2004
23. In The Greenest Of Our Valleys 1/1/2004
24. Hymn 12/31/2002
25. The Coliseum 12/31/2002
26. To Isadore 1/19/2012
27. The Divine Right Of Kings 3/26/2010
28. Song 12/31/2002
29. Enigma 3/25/2010
30. The Village Street 1/19/2012
31. The Conqueror Worm 12/31/2002
32. To One In Paradise 12/31/2002
33. Tamerlane 12/31/2002
34. Imitation 1/1/2004
35. For Annie 12/31/2002
36. An Acrostic 3/25/2010
37. A Paean 3/25/2010
38. To The River -- 12/31/2002
39. Serenade 12/31/2002
40. The Valley Of Unrest 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
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Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated

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