Poems By Edgar Allan Poe

Poems By Edgar Allan Poe

This article lists all known poems by American author and critic Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849), listed alphabetically with the date of their authorship in parentheses.

Read more about Poems By Edgar Allan Poe:  An Acrostic (1829), Al Aaraaf (1829), Alone (1829), Annabel Lee (1849), The Bells (1848), Beloved Physician (1847), Bridal Ballad (1837), The City in The Sea (1831), The Coliseum (1833), The Conqueror Worm (1843), Deep in Earth (1847), The Divine Right of Kings (1845), A Dream (1827), A Dream Within A Dream (1849), Dream-Land (1844), Eldorado (1848), Elizabeth (1829), Enigma (1833), An Enigma (1848), Epigram For Wall Street (1845), Eulalie (1843), Evangeline (1848), Evening Star (1827), Fairy-Land (1829), Fanny (1833), For Annie (1849), The Happiest Day (1827), Hymn (1835), Imitation (1827), Impromptu. To Kate Carol (1845), Israfel (1831), The Lake (1827), Lines On Ale (1848), Lines On Joe Locke, O, Tempora! O, Mores! (1825?), A Pæan (1831), Poetry (1824), Romance (1829), Serenade (1833), Silence (1839), The Sleeper (1831), Song (1827), Sonnet — To Science (1829), Sonnet — To Zante (1837), Spirits of The Dead (1827), Spiritual Song (1836), Stanzas (1827), To —— (1829), To —— (1833), To —— —— (1829), To F—— (1845), To F——s S. O——d (1835 / 1845), To Helen (1848), To Isaac Lea (1829), To M—— (1828), To M. L. S—— (1847), To Margaret (1827), To Marie Louise (1847), To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter (1847), To My Mother (1849), To Octavia (1827), To One in Paradise (1833), To The River —— (1828), A Valentine (1846), The Valley of Unrest (1831), See Also

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    Hear the sledges with the bells—
    Silver bells!
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    After all, poets shouldn’t be their own interpreters and shouldn’t carefully dissect their poems into everyday prose; that would mean the end of being poets. Poets send their creations into the world, it is up to the reader, the aesthetician, and the critic to determine what they wanted to say with their creations.
    Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749–1832)

    That’s life. Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.
    Martin Goldsmith, and Edgar G. Ulmer. Al Roberts (Tom Neal)

    You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward art thou ... dead to the World, to Heaven and to Hope! In me didst thou exist—and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou has murdered thyself.
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love which was more than love --
    I and my Annabel Lee.
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1845)