Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem

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...

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;

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.

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, whose wings are dull realities

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,

’Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light

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.

"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-

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 matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

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, ...

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 the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you meddle with my fate Who am a passer by
It is...