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 cham...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
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;
’Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
The noblest name in Allegory's page,
The hand that traced inexorable rage;
A pleasing moralist whose page refined,
Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;
How shall the burial rite be read
The solemn song be sung
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young
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 not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the p...
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 out t...
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.
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 sky, My soul, lest it should truant be, ...
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—
"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 through a Naples bonnet-