Edgar Allan Poe Poems

  • 51.  
    Thou wast that all to me, love,
    For which my soul did pine-A green isle in the sea, love,
  • 52.  
    Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
    The angels, whispering to one another,Can find, among their burning terms of love,
  • 53.  
    Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
    In the mad pride of intellectuality,Maintained “the power of words”-denied that ever
  • 54.  
    Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
    Of all to whom thine absence is the night-The blotting utterly from out high heaven
  • 55.  

  • 56.  
    Helen, thy beauty is to me
    Like those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
  • 57.  
    I saw thee once-once only-years ago:
    I must not say how many-but not many.It was a July midnight; and from out
  • 58.  
    Thou wouldst be loved?-then let thy heart
    From its present pathway part not;Being everything which now thou art,
  • 59.  
    Beloved! amid the earnest woes
    That crowd around my earthly path-(Drear path, alas! where grows
  • 60.  
    The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
    The wantonest singing birds,
  • 61.  
    I heed not that my earthly lot
    Hath-little of Earth in it-That years of love have been forgot
  • 62.  
    In these rapid, restless shadows,
    Once I walked at eventide,When a gentle, silent maiden,
  • 63.  
    Once it smiled a silent dell
    Where the people did not dwell;They had gone unto the wars,
  • 64.  
    At midnight, in the month of June,
    I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
  • 65.  
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
  • 66.  

  • 67.  
    In spring of youth it was my lot
    To haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the less-
  • 68.  
    “Nullus enim locus sine genio est.”

  • 69.  
    In the greenest of our valleys
    By good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace-
  • 70.  

  • 71.  
    'Tis said that when
    The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood,
  • 72.  
    I will bring fire to thee.

  • 73.  
    Lo! 'tis a gala night
    Within the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
  • 74.  
    [Greek: Mellonta sauta']

  • 75.  
    Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
    Of lofty contemplation left to TimeBy buried centuries of pomp and power!
  • 76.  
    Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
    In a strange city lying aloneFar down within the dim West,
  • 77.  

  • 78.  
    Kind solace in a dying hour!
    Such, father, is not (now) my theme-I will not madly deem that power
  • 79.  
    Thy soul shall find itself alone
    'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstoneNot one, of all the crowd, to pry
  • 80.  
    Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
  • 81.  
    I saw thee on thy bridal day-
    When a burning blush came o'er thee,Though happiness around thee lay,
  • 82.  
    The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags, and caves
    are silent.
  • 83.  
    There are some qualities-some incorporate things,
    That have a double life, which thus is madeA type of that twin entity which springs
  • 84.  
    Yea! though I walk through the valley of the
  • 85.  

  • 86.  
    Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
    With drowsy head and folded wing,Among the green leaves as they shake
  • 87.  
    Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
    Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river.And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or never more!
  • 88.  
    In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
    “Whose heart-strings are a lute;”None sing so wildly well
  • 89.  

  • 90.  
    A dark unfathomed tide
    Of interminable pride-A mystery, and a dream,
  • 91.  

  • 92.  
    At morn-at noon-at twilight dim-
    Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!In joy and wo-in good and ill-
  • 93.  
    Thank Heaven! the crisis-
    The danger is past,And the lingering illness
  • 94.  
    Dim vales-and shadowy floods-
    And cloudy-looking woods,Whose forms we can't discover
  • 95.  
    'Twas noontide of summer,
    And midtime of night,And stars, in their orbits,
  • 96.  
    I dwelt alone
    In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide,
  • 97.  
    Gaily bedight,
    A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,
  • 98.  
    Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
    My spirit not awakening, till the beamOf an Eternity should bring the morrow.
  • 99.  
    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
  • 100.  
    The ring is on my hand,
    And the wreath is on my brow;Satins and jewels grand
Total 109 poems written by Edgar Allan Poe

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All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
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