Edgar Allan Poe

To Frances S. Osgood (Poem by Edgar Allan Poe)

To Frances S. Osgood By Edgar Allan Poe Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart From its present pathway part not; Being everything which now th…

To My Mother By Edgar Allan Poe Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning term…

The Happiest Day By Edgar Allan Poe (1) The happiest day — the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and …

The Coliseum By Edgar Allan Poe Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! …

To One in Paradise By Edgar Allan Poe Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a …

An Enigma By Edgar Allan Poe "Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flims…

Dreamland By Edgar Allan Poe By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named Night, On a black throne reigns upri…

Dreams By Edgar Allan Poe Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow…

A Pæan By Edgar Allan Poe (1) How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so youn…