Edgar Allan Poe

"The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me"

"In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less, So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lak"

"I heed not that my earthly lot Hathlittle of Earth in it, That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: I mourn not that the des"

"In these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side. She alone there walked bes"

"I Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage door, Under the lilac's tremulous leaves, Within thy snowy clasped ha"

"When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, I scarce know which to prize most high, The bright i-dea, or the bri"

"There are some qualities some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From mat"

"I.     I have sent for thee, holy friar;1     But twas not with the drunken hope,     Which is but agony of desire     To shun the fate, with wh"

"So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute"

"Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthl"

"I How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? II Her friends ar"

"I Wreathed in myrtle, my sword Ill conceal, Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, And to Athens d"

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly nappin"

"Hear the sledges with the bells-- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In their icy air of"

"The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere-- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome"

"I saw thee once--once only--years ago: I must not say _how_ many--but _not_ many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like t"

"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"

"For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies Up"

""Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as throu"

"Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional"

"Thank Heaven! the crisis-- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last-- And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last."

"Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path-- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)-- My soul at least a s"

"I Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy a"

"I In youth I have known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held, as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth: Whose fervid"

"High on a mountain of enamell'd head, Such as the drowsy shepherd on his bed Of giant pasturage lying at his ease, Raising his heavy eyelid, starts"

"Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of th"

"At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripp"

"I saw thee on thy bridal day When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee: And in t"

"In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tel"

"The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips,and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words, Thine eyes, in Heaven of he"

"Twas noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon. Mid planet"

"I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace, Radiant palace, reared its head. In the monarch"

"I will bring fire to thee. Euripides. Androm. Eiros. Why do you call me Eiros? Charmion. So henceforward will you always be called. Yo"

"It should not be doubted that at least one-third of the affection with which we regard the elder poets of Great Britain should be attributed to what i"

"From childhoods hour I have not been As others were, I have not seen As others saw, I could not bring My passions from a common spring, From the"

"At morn, at noon, at twilight dim, Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe, in good and ill, Mother of God, be with me still! When the ho"

"Part I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where the day Springs from the gems of Ci"

"Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours At sight o"

"Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre,"

"Thy soul shall find itself alone     Alone of all on earth, unknown     The cause, but none are near to pry     Into thine hour of secrecy."

"In youths spring, it was my lot     To haunt of the wide earth a spot     The which I could not love the less;     So lovely was the lonelines"

"O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where the day Springs from the gems of Circassy, O"

""Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as throug"

"Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dre"

"How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods, her wilds, her mountains, the intense Reply of Hers to O"

"Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional"

"Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To m"

"I. ROME., A Hall in a Palace. ALESSANDRA and CASTIGLIONE Alessandra.         Thou art sad, Castiglione. Castiglione.        Sad!, not I."

"Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azu"

"Of all who hail thy presence as the morning, Of all to whom thine absence is the night, The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun,"

"Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine, A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruit"

"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-hair"

"For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon"

"Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, oer a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native s"

"Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be si"

"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: Ye"

"It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subject"

"Thank Heaven! the crisis, The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last, And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sa"

"Dim vales- and shadowy floods, And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and"

"Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained "the power of words", denied that ever A thought arose wit"