Category Archives: Edgar Allan Poe

Poem – Imitation 

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 waking thought  Of beings that have been,  Which my spirit hath not … Continue reading

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Poem – Hymn

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 hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the … Continue reading

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Poem – For Annie 

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. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength, And no muscle I move As … Continue reading

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Poem -Fairy Land 

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 wane- Again- again- again- Every moment of the night- Forever changing places- And they put … Continue reading

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Poem – Evening Star 

‘Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon, ‘Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On … Continue reading

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Poem – An Acrostic 

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 enforced so well:  Ah! if that language from thy … Continue reading

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Poem – Alone 

From childhood’s 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 same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not … Continue reading

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