To Zante is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To Zante Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once awake! How many scenes of what departed bliss! How many thoughts …

To Helen is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs …

Ulalume is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Ulalume 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 …

To My Mother is a poem composed by 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 that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have called you- You who …

A Valentine is a poem composed by 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 lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure Divine- a talisman- …

To Marie Louise (Shew) is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To Marie Louise (Shew) 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 The sacred sun – of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for …

The Valley of Unrest is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. The Valley of Unrest Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which …

To M… is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To M… O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath little of Earth in it, That years of love have been forgot In the fever of a minute:I heed not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you meddle with my …

Spirits of the Dead is a poem composed by 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 pry Into thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of …

Tamerlane is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Tamerlane Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell’d in- I have no time to dote or dream: You call it hope- …