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;

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

Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to
Into thine hour of secrecy
Be silent in that solitude,

The happiest day- the happiest hour        My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,      The highest hope of pride and power,        I feel hath flown
Of power
said I
yes

I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night
While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crys...

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.

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,

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.

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.

"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-