Poetry 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 Poetry 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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“Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word,”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“Love’s the only thing I’ve thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That’s what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody and falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart’s an angel’s wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.”
—Ben Hecht (1893–1964)
“And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!”
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
“Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it “the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.” The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of “Artist.””
—Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1845)