“The Bells”

By |2018-12-08T01:31:03-06:00December 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 [...]

The Political Thought of Edgar Allan Poe

By |2019-11-21T19:44:34-06:00November 29th, 2018|Categories: Democracy, Edgar Allan Poe|

Edgar Allan Poe vigorously denounced the Jeffersonian ideal of democracy. He had no sympathy with abstract political notions such as those which had produced liberal republican theory in America and elsewhere. Like Edmund Burke, Poe was highly suspicious of the “well-constructed Republic”… The opinion has been often stated that Edgar Allan Poe was bizarre [...]

“Alone”

By |2018-11-20T14:30:38-06:00November 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 |2020-05-09T02:31:13-05:00October 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 [...]

Edgar Allan Poe’s Literary War

By |2018-02-09T12:12:33-06:00February 9th, 2018|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, History, Literature, South|

In his lifetime, Edgar Allan Poe’s renown lay primarily in his reputation as the foremost critic of the day. As a critic, he complained that four or five cliques controlled American literature by controlling the larger portion of the critical journals… Edgar Allan Poe secured a permanent place among world authors as father of [...]

“Ligeia”

By |2020-05-12T01:55:53-05:00October 31st, 2017|Categories: Audio/Video, Edgar Allan Poe, Literature|

The expression of the eyes of Ligeia! How for long hours have I pondered upon it! How have I, through the whole of a midsummer night, struggled to fathom it! What was it which lay far within the pupils of my beloved? What was it? I was possessed with a passion to discover. Those eyes! those [...]

“The Raven”

By |2020-03-18T18:04:55-05:00June 1st, 2016|Categories: Audio/Video, Death, 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 this [...]

“The City of Sin”

By |2018-12-01T00:18:46-06:00January 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 |2018-12-01T00:20:25-06:00August 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 [...]

Poe, Dickens, Ravens, and the Madness of Nevermore

By |2016-11-26T10:20:16-06:00March 20th, 2015|Categories: Charles Dickens, Culture, Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|Tags: , |

There is something of the madman in every man. There is something of the sadist in every sinner. Is there something of ecstasy in every elegy? So it was with Edgar Allan Poe—and he called it Beauty. It often takes a poet—a poet like Poe—to exhume the mysterious depravity of people. As churchgoers lean [...]

“To The River”

By |2020-01-16T11:01:25-06:00March 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 [...]