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The complete poetry of Edgar Allan Poe / with an introduction by Jay Parini and a new afterword by April Bernard.
Presents the complete poetry of American poet Edgar Allan Poe, composed between 1827 and 1849, including the familiar selections "Annabel Lee" and "The Raven."
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- ISBN: 9780451531056 (pbk.)
- ISBN: 0451531051 (pbk.)
- Physical Description: 139 p. ; 18 cm.
- Publisher: New York : Signet Classics, 2008.
Content descriptions
| Bibliography, etc. Note: | Includes bibliographical references (p. 137-139). |
| Formatted Contents Note: | Tamerlane (1827) -- Song (1827) -- Dreams (1827) -- Spirits of the dead (1827) -- Evening star (1827) -- Dream within a dream (1827) -- Stanzas (1827) -- Dream (1827) -- Happiest day, the happiest hour (1827) -- Lake: to____(1827) -- Sonnet--to science (1829) -- Al Aaraaf (1829) -- Romance (1829) -- To____(1829) -- To the river____(1829) -- To____(1829) -- Fairy-land (1829) -- Alone (date uncertain) -- To Helen (1831) -- Israfel (1831) -- City in the sea (1831) -- Sleeper (1831) -- Lenore (1831) -- Valley of unrest (1831) -- Coliseum (1833) -- To one in paradise (1834) -- Hymn (1835) -- To F____ (1835) -- To F____s S. O____d (1835) -- Bridal ballad (1837) -- Sonnet--to Zante (1837) -- Haunted palace (1839) -- Sonnet-silence (1840) -- Conqueror worm (1843) -- Dream-land (1844) -- Raven (1845) -- Eulalie-a song (1845) -- Valentine (1846) -- To M.L.S.____ (1847) -- Ulalume--a ballad (1847) -- Enigma (1848) -- To ____ ____ ____ (1848) -- To Helen (1848) -- Eldorado (1849) -- For Annie (1849) -- To my mother (1849) -- Annabel Lee (1849) -- Bells (1849) -- Afterword -- Selected bibliography. |
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| Subject: | Fantasy poetry, American. American poetry > 19th century. |
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The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe
Alone 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 loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Excerpted from The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
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