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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    Far in the forest, dim and old,
    For her may some tall vault unfold—
    Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    In the Original Unity of the First Thing lies the Secondary Cause of All Things, with the Germ of their Inevitable Annihilation.
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    A glass of papaya juice
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    Life’s like a ball game. You gotta take a swing at whatever comes along before you wake up and find out it’s the ninth inning.
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    I have often been reproached with the aridity of my genius; a deficiency of imagination has been imputed to me as a crime; and the Pyrrhonism of my opinions has at all times rendered me notorious. Indeed, a strong relish for physical philosophy has, I fear, tinctured my mind with a very common error of this age—I mean the habit of referring occurrences, even the least susceptible of such reference, to the principles of that science.
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

    “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
    Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
    —Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)