Poe's Works

The Domain Of Arnheim The garden like a lady fair was cut,That lay as if she slumbered in delight,And to the open skies her eyes did shut.The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled rightIn a large round set with the flowers of light.The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dewThat hung upon their azure leaves did shewLike twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue. — Giles Fletcher. From his cradle to his grave a gale of prosperity bore my friend Ellison along. Nor do I use the word prosperity in its mere worldly sense. I mean it as synonymous with happiness. The ...

Landor’s Cottage A Pendant to ‘The Domain Of Arnheim.’ During a pedestrian tour last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing. The land undulated very remarkably; and my path, for the last hour, had wound about and about so confusedly, in its effort to keep in the valleys, that I no longer knew in what direction lay the sweet village of B——, where I had determined to stop for the night. The sun had scarcely shone — strictly speaking — during the day, which nevertheless ...

King Pest The First - A Tale Containing An Allegory The Gods do bear and well allow in kingsThe things which they abhor in rascal routes. -Buckhurst's Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex. About twelve o’clock, one sultry night, in the month of August, and during the chivalrous reign of the third Edward, two seamen belonging to the crew of the “Free and Easy,” a trading schooner plying between Sluys and the Thames, and then at anchor in that river, were much astonished to find themselves seated in the tap-room of an ale-house in the parish of St. Andrews, London — which ale-house bore for ...

The Island Of The Fay Science, true daughter of old Time thou art,Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes!Why prey'st thou thus upon the poet's heart,Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?!How should he love thee, or how deem thee wise,Who wouldst not leave him, in his wandering,To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,Albeit be he soared with an undaunted wing?Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?And driven the Hamadryad from the wood?Hast thou not spoilt a story in each star?Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood?The elfin from the grass? — the dainty fay,The witch, the ...