Edgar Allan Poe Poems of Later Life

Daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe, known as the “Annie” Daguerreotype

Beloved Physician Poem by Edgar Allan Poe The pulse beats ten and intermits; God nerve the soul that ne’er forgets In calm or storm, by night or day, Its steady toil, its loyalty. [. . . ] [. . . ] The pulse beats ten and intermits; God shield the soul that ne’er forgets. [. […]

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ULALUME POEM by Edgar Allan Poe The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir— […]

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A Valentine Poem by Edgar Allan Poe For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!—they hold a treasure Divine—a talisman—an amulet That must be worn at heart. […]

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The Divine Right of Kings Poem by Edgar Allan Poe From Graham’s Magazine, October 1845, p. 189. The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I’d strive for liberty no more, But hug the glorious chains I wore. Her bosom is an ivory throne, Where tyrant virtue reigns alone; No […]

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Epigram for Wall Street Poem by Edgar Allan Poe I’ll tell you a plan for gaining wealth, Better than banking, trade or leases — Take a bank note and fold it up, And then you will find your money in creases! This wonderful plan, without danger or loss, Keeps your cash in your hands, where […]

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THE RAVEN POEM by Edgar Allan Poe 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, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping […]

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Impromptu. To Kate Carol Poem by Edgar Allan Poe When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye. -The End- Kate Carol was a pseudonym of Frances Sargent Osgood.

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EULALIE—A SONG POEM by Edgar Allan Poe I dwelt alone In 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 young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less—less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant […]

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BRIDAL BALLAD POEM by Edgar Allan Poe The ring is on my hand. And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell— For the […]

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TO F—— POEM by Edgar Allan Poe [F—— is, presumably, Mrs. Frances Sargent Osgood] Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path— (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)— My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. And […]

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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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THE SLEEPER POEM by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapour, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. The rosemary nods upon the […]

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