Eulalie Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Eulalie

Rating: 3.2


I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.

Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Viren Panchal 04 February 2016

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Mannika S Raghav 20 January 2016

Feels as though Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, Is cheating on his first, Young Miss Annabel Lee With the fair maiden, Eulalie.

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Ross Tirapelle 25 November 2009

This poem made the hairs on my arms stand up and I felt like electricity traveled up my back... Then again, I think I made friends with a ghost... It may have been that.

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George Hill 09 September 2015

I do not like Poe's writings of prose.They are stale the day he wrote this.And no fashion additive kills a poem of panache.

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George Hill 09 September 2015

Poe should have been an accountant.-Albert George Vinny

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Franklin.Brook 02 June 2020

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Alsop.Daniel 23 May 2020

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Alina Kaikeyi 26 September 2017

The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Great poem.

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Madhabi Banerjee 22 August 2016

a heart touching written

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 01 August 2016

there is this sensitive touch to the soul which from the flow in this poem

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