Poe's Works

Impromptu To Kate Carol When from your gems of thought I turnTo those pure orbs, your heart to learn,I scarce know which to prize most high —The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye. Edgar Allan Poe Originally Published in 1845 ...

Imitation A dark unfathom’d tideOf interminable pride —A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild, and waking thoughtOf beings that have been,Which my spirit hath not seen.Had I let them pass me by,With a dreaming eye!Let none of earth inheritThat vision of my spirit;Those thoughts I would control,As a spell upon his soul:For that bright hope at lastAnd that light time have past,And my worldly rest hath goneWith a sigh as it pass’d on,I care not tho’ it perishWith a thought I then did cherish. Edgar Allan Poe Originally Published in 1827 ...

The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleysBy good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace —Snow-white palace — reared its head.In the monarch thought's dominion —It stood there!Never Seraph spread his pinionOver fabric half so fair.  Banners yellow, glorious, golden,On its roof did float and flow —This — all this — was in the oldenTime long ago —And every gentle air that dallied,In that sweet day,Along the rampart plumed and pallid,A winged odour went away.  All wanderers in that happy valley,Through two luminous windows sawSpirits moving musicallyTo a lute's well tuned ...

The Happiest Day The happiest day — the happiest hour,My sear’d and blighted heart has known,The brightest glance of pride and powerI feel hath flown —  Of power, said I? Yes, such I ween —But it has vanish’d — long alas!The visions of my youth have been —But let them pass. — And pride! what have I now with thee?Another brow may e’en inheritThe venom thou hast pour’d on me:Be still my spirit.  The smile of love — soft friendship's charm —Bright hope itself has fled at last,’T will ne’er again my bosom warm—‘Tis ever past.  The happiest day, — the happiest hour,Mine eyes shall ...