Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Sonnet- Silence
There are some qualities- some incorporate things,That have a double life, which thus is madeA type of that twin entity which springsFrom matter and..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To The River
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flowOf crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glowOf beauty- the unhidden heart-The playful maziness of..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the less-So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Coliseum
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquaryOf lofty contemplation left to TimeBy buried centuries of pomp and power!At length- at length- after so many..
© Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth it is in vain you say'Love not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.Zantippe's talents had enforced..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour
The happiest day- the happiest hourMy sear'd and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride and power,I feel hath flown.Of power! said I?..
© Edgar Allan Poe
For Annie
Thank Heaven! the crisis-The danger is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last-And the fever called "Living"Is conquered at last.Sadly, I knowI..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Haunted Palace
In the greenest of our valleysBy good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace-Radiant palace- reared its head.In the monarch Thought's..
© Edgar Allan Poe
A Paean
How shall the burial rite be read?The solemn song be sung?The requiem for the loveliest dead,That ever died so young?II.Her friends are gazing on..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June,I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,Exhales from out her golden rim,And, softly dripping..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Imitation
A dark unfathomed tideOf interminable pride -A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild and waking..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,The angels, whispering to one another,Can find, among their burning terms of love,None so devotional as..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Conqueror Worm
Lo! 'tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary, wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Lenore
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..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,With drowsy head and folded wing,Among the green leaves as they shakeFar down within some shadowy lake,To me a..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Al Aaraaf
PART IO! nothing earthly save the ray(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,As in those gardens where the daySprings from the gems of Circassy-O!..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Fairy-Land
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-And cloudy-looking woods,Whose forms we can't discoverFor the tears that drip all over!Huge moons there wax and..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Elizabeth
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit[Logic and common usage so commanding]In thy own book that first thy name be writ,Zeno and other sages..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Spirits Of The Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Bells
IHear the sledges with the bells-Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,In the icy air of..
© Edgar Allan Poe
An Enigma
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.Through all the flimsy things we see at onceAs easily as through a..
© Edgar Allan Poe
A Valentine
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling liesUpon the..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Eulalie
I dwelt aloneIn a world of moan,And my soul was a stagnant tide,Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!My spirit not awakening, till the beamOf an Eternity should bring the morrow.Yes! tho' that long dream..
© Edgar Allan Poe