Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

About Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and as a central figure in American literature as a whole. Poe is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career. His most famous works include the short stories "The Tell-Tale Heart," The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," and "Ligeia," and the poems "The Raven," "The Conqueror Worm," "Annabel Lee," and "The Bells."

“Annabel Lee”

By |2018-12-30T16:22:00-05:00February 14th, 2019|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe|

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, [...]

“To Helen”

By |2019-01-04T11:16:43-05:00January 4th, 2019|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And [...]

“The Bells”

By |2018-12-08T01:31:03-05:00December 9th, 2018|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

I. Hear 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 night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the [...]

“Alone”

By |2018-11-20T14:30:38-05:00November 18th, 2018|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the [...]

“Lines on Ale”

By |2018-10-07T14:29:55-05:00October 7th, 2018|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today. The Imaginative Conservative applies the principle of appreciation to the discussion [...]

“Ligeia”

By |2017-10-31T12:57:51-05:00October 31st, 2017|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe|

Editor's Note: The following film is a 13-minute adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe's short story, "Ligeia." As the creators of this film write: The short story, “Ligeia,” by Edgar Allan Poe, suggests that not only is life sustainable through the power of one's will, but a strong will could bring someone back from the dead. [...]

“The Conqueror Worm”

By |2017-10-25T14:44:53-05:00October 25th, 2017|Categories: Poetry|

Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. […]

“The Raven”

By |2018-12-01T00:17:36-05:00June 1st, 2016|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

  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 at my chamber door— Only [...]

“The City of Sin”

By |2018-12-01T00:18:46-05:00January 24th, 2016|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne In a strange city, all alone, Far down within the dim west — Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best, Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines, and palaces, and towers Are — not like any thing of ours — Oh no! [...]

“A Dream within a Dream”

By |2018-12-01T00:20:25-05:00August 9th, 2015|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less [...]

“To The River”

By |2018-12-01T00:22:42-05:00March 15th, 2015|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty, the unhidden heart, The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she looks, Which glistens then, and trembles, Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshiper resembles; For [...]