Edgar Allan Poe

"I      The happiest day the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. II"

"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 nappi"

"The bells! ah, the bells! The little silver bells! How fairy-like a melody there floats From their throats. From their merry little throats"

"Elizabeth, it surely is most fit [Logic and common usage so commanding] In thy own book that first thy name be writ, Zeno and other sages notwithst"

"I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth, Better than banking, trade or leases, Take a bank note and fold it up, And then you will find your money i"

"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"

"The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I'd strive for liberty no more, But hug the glorious chains I wore. Her bosom is a"

"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 ma"

"Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes, Upon the sinner's sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne above. At morn, at noon, at tw"

"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 sol"

"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"

"By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named night, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these l"

"Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length at length after s"

"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, w"

"A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride, A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught With a wild and wak"

"Thou wouldst be loved? then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. S"

"Seraph! thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea, Some ocean vexed as it may be With storms; but where, meanwhi"

"O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath little of Earth in it, That years of love have been forgot In the fever of a minute: I heed not that"

"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 wil"

"'Oinos.' Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality! 'Agathos.' You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon"

"Elizabeth it is in vain you say "Love not", thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L. E. L. Zantippe's talents had enfo"

"Thou wouldst be loved? then let thy heart From its present pathway part not; Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. S"

"Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old, This k"

"'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of wo, Like warriors by an unknown foe, Were in their"

"In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace reared its head. In the monarch Thought's d"

"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"

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

"Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the"

"In speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of wh"

"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"

"Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty, the unhidden heart, The playful mazin"

"In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is no"