Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • ''The mimes become its food,
    And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
    In human gore imbued.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ligeia (l. 30-32). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''Thou wast all that to me, love,
    For which my soul did pine:''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. To One in Paradise (l. 1-2). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''But see, amid the mimic rout
    A crawling shape intrude!''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ligeia (l. 25-26). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''The skies they were ashen and sober;''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ulalume (l. 1). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused—in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible. On the other hand, the lightness of the artillery should not degenerate into pop-gunnery—by which term we may designate the character of the greater portion of the newspaper press—their sole legitimate object being the discussion of ephemeral matters in an ephemeral manner.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. repr. In The Centenary Poe, ed. Montagu Slater (1949). "Magazine Literature," Marginalia (1844-1849).
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  • ''And we passed to the end of a vista,
    But were stopped by the door of a tomb—
    By the door of a legended tomb;
    And I said—" What is written, sweet sister,
    On the door of this legended tomb?"
    She replied—"Ulalume—Ulalume!—
    'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ulalume (l. 75-81). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this—that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made—not to understand—but to feel—as crime.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. repr. In Essays and Reviews (1984). "Marginalia," Southern Literary Messenger (Richmond, July 1849).
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  • ''It was night, in the lonesome October''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ulalume (l. 4). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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  • ''The next work of Carlyle will be entitled "Bow-Wow," and the title-page will have a motto from the opening chapter of the Koran: "There is no error in this Book."''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1845), U.S. poet, critic, short-story writer. repr. In Essays and Reviews (1984). Marginalia, Southern Literary Messenger (Richmond, Virginia, July 1849).
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  • ''In the misty mid region of Weir—''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Ulalume (l. 7). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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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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