Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Edgar Allan Poe
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Edgar Allen Poe was an American author, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

Early Life

He was born Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1809, the second child of actress Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins Poe ... more »

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  • ''Taught me my alphabet to say,
    To lisp my very earliest word,''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Romance (l. 7-8). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Every...
  • ''Of late, eternal Condor years
    So shake the very Heaven on high
    With tumult as they thunder by,
    I have no time for idle cares
    Through gazing on the unquiet sky.''
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Romance (l. 11-15). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ed. (1993) Eve...
  • The want of an international Copy-Right Law, by rendering it nearly impossible to obtain anything from the booksellers in the way of remuneration for literary labor, has had the effect of forcing many...
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "Some Secrets of the Magazine Prison-House," Broadway Journal (1845). Poe's heroic crusade for the recog...
  • Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
    And driven the hamadryad from the wood
    To seek a shelter in some happier star?
    Hast thou not torn the naiad from her flood,
    The el...
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Sonnet—To Science (l. 9-16). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, ...
  • Science! true daughter of old Time thou art!
    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
    Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
    Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? ...
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. poet. Sonnet—To Science (l. 1-6). . . Complete Poems and Selected Essays [Edgar Allan Poe]. Richard Gray, e...
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  • Diggy Mc Short Nigger (11/15/2017 1:30:00 PM)

    I've Licked My cats asshole

  • John Waltz (11/6/2017 7:13:00 AM)

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  • John Doe John Doe (9/14/2017 8:45:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe to Mrs. Maria Clemm — July 7,1849
    My dear, dear Mother,
    I have been so ill — have had the cholera, or spasms quiet as bad, and can now hardly hold the pen
    The very instant you get this, come to me. The joy of seeing you will almost compensate for our sorrows. We can but die together. It is no use to reason with me now; I must die. I have no desire to live since I have done “Eureka.” I could accomplish nothing more. For your sake it would be sweet to live, but we muse die together. You have been all in all to me, darling, ever beloved mother, and dearest, truest friend.
    I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched...
    I have been taken to prison once since I came here for spreeing drunk; but then I was not. It was about Virginia.

  • John Doe John Doe (9/14/2017 8:44:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe to Mrs. Maria Clemm — July 7,1849
    My dear, dear Mother, —

    I have been so ill — have had the cholera, or spasms quiet as bad, and can now hardly hold the pen[...]

    The very instant you get this, come to me. The joy of seeing you will almost compensate for our sorrows. We can but die together. It is no use to reason with me now; I must die. I have no desire to live since I have done “Eureka.” I could accomplish nothing more. For your sake it would be sweet to live, but we muse die together. You have been all in all to me, darling, ever beloved mother, and dearest, truest friend.

    I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched[...]

    I have been taken to prison once since I came here for spreeing drunk; but then I was not. It was about Virginia.

  • Yoi Yami Yoi Yami (6/1/2017 7:05:00 AM)

    I've been studying English poems by myself, and found his works beautiful. I'm happy if you contact me cause I want to make friends on PoemHunter. My English is still rousy, but I want to write poems like his works.....

  • Ewan Cole (5/9/2017 9:51:00 AM)

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:24:00 PM)

    I had to recite Poe in grade school, and taught me the beauty of words - music & meter. From memory:
    'Keeping time, time, time
    In a sort of runic rhyme
    To the tintinnabulation
    That so musically swells
    From the rhyming & the chiming
    Of the bells, bells, bells
    Bells, bells, bells, bells
    From the rhyming & the chiming
    Of the bells.'

    The first American Melancholy Master.

  • Chuck Wallace (10/23/2016 11:30:00 PM)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/13/2016 9:13:00 AM)

    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.

    E.A.P., 'A Dream Within a Dream' (1849)

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Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

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.

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 ...

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