Edgar Allan Poe - The Complete Poetry

Edgar Allan Poe

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Poetry Poetry Table of Contents

The Raven

Poems of Later Life

The Bells

Ulalume

To Helen

Annabel Lee

A Valentine

An Enigma

To My Mother

For Annie

To F——

To Frances S. Osgood

Eldorado

Eulalie

A Dream Within a Dream

To Marie Louise (Shew)

To Marie Louise

The City in the Sea

The Sleeper

Bridal Ballad

Poems of Manhood

Lenore

To One in Paradise

The Coliseum

The Haunted Palace

The Conqueror Worm

Silence

Dreamland

To Zante

Hymn

Scenes from Politian

Poems of Youth

To Science

Al Aaraaf

Tamerlane

To Helen

The Valley of Unrest

Israfel

To —— ("I heed not that my earthly lot")

To —— ("The Bowers whereat, in dreams, I see")

To the River

Song

Spirits of the Dead

A Dream

Romance

Fairyland

The Lake

Evening Star

Imitation

"The Happiest Day"

Hymn (Translation from the Greek)

Dreams

"In Youth I have known one"

A Pæan

Doubtful Poems

Alone

To Isadore

The Village Street

The Forest Reverie

Other Poems

An Acrostic

Beloved Physician

The Doomed City

Deep in Earth

The Divine Right of Kings

Elizabeth

Enigma

Epigram for Wall Street

Evangeline

Fanny

Impromptu – To Kate Carol

Lines on Ale

O, Tempora! O, Mores!

Poetry

Serenade

Spiritual Song

Stanzas

Stanzas – to F. S. Osgood

Tamerlane (early version)

To ——

To Isaac Lea

To Margaret

To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter

To Octavia

The Valley Nis

Visit of the Dead

Prose Poems

The Island of the Fay

The Power of Words

The Colloquy of Monos and Una

The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

Shadow—a Parable

Silence—a Fable

Essays

The Philosophy of Composition

The Rationale of Verse

The Poetic Principle

Old English Poetry

Biography

The Dreamer by Mary Newton Stanard

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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 napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —

Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —

This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”— here I opened wide the door; —

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —

’Tis the wind and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —