The Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site is a preserved home once rented by American author Edgar Allan Poe, located in the Spring Garden neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Though Poe lived in many houses over several years in Philadelphia (1837 to 1844), it is the only one which still survives.
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“When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm—”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
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—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1845)
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—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
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