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TO ONE IN PARADISE POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream to bright to last! Ah, starry […]

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Serenade Poem by Edgar Allan Poe So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev’n with lute. At rest on ocean’s brilliant dyes An image of Elysium lies: Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven, Form in the […]

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To Mrs. Frances Sargent Osgood Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, […]

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CATHOLIC HYMN POEM by Edgar Allan Poe At morn—at noon—at twilight dim— Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe—in good and ill— Mother of God, be with me still! When the hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should truant be, Thy grace did […]

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THE COLISEUM POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length—at length—after so many days Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst, (Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,) I kneel, an altered and an […]

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FOUR BEASTS IN ONE—THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD by Edgar Allan Poe Chacun a ses vertus. —Crebillon’s Xerxes. ANTIOCHUS EPIPHANES is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel. This honor is, however, more properly attributable to Cambyses, the son of Cyrus. And, indeed, the character of the Syrian monarch does by no means stand […]

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Fanny Poem by Edgar Allan Poe THE dying swan by northern lakes Sing’s [Sings] its wild death song, sweet and clear, And as the solemn music breaks O’er hill and glen dissolves in air; Thus musical thy soft voice came, Thus trembled on thy tongue my name. Like sunburst through the ebon cloud, Which veils […]

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To —— Baltimore Saturday Visiter Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Sleep on, sleep on, another hour — I would not break so calm a sleep, To wake to sunshine and to show’r, To smile and weep. Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing, Majestic, beautiful art thou; Sure seraph shields thee with his wing And […]

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MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE by Edgar Allan Poe Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivre N’a plus rien a dissimuler. —Quinault—Atys. OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other. Hereditary wealth afforded […]

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Enigma Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Baltimore Saturday Visiter, Feb. 2, 1833 For the Baltimore Visiter The noblest name in Allegory’s page, The hand that traced inexorable rage; A pleasing moralist whose page refined, Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind; A tender poet of a foreign tongue, (Indited in the language that he sung.) […]

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Bon-Bon by Edgar Allan Poe Originally called “The Bargain Lost” Quand un bon vin meuble mon estomac Je suis plus savant que Balzac- Plus sage que Pibrac; Mon brass seul faisant l’attaque De la nation Coseaque, La mettroit au sac; De Charon je passerois le lac En dormant dans son bac, J’irois au fier Eac, […]

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A TALE OF JERUSALEM by Edgar Allan Poe Intensos rigidarn in frontern ascendere canos Passus erat—— —Lucan—De Catone ——a bristly bore. “LET us hurry to the walls,” said Abel-Phittim to Buzi-Ben-Levi and Simeon the Pharisee, on the tenth day of the month Thammuz, in the year of the world three thousand nine hundred and forty-one—let […]

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