Helen,
thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore.
Edgar Allan Poe
To Helen |
Thy
Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Edgar Allan Poe
To Helen |
The
skies they were ashen and sover;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leave they were withering and sere;
It was the night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.
Edgar Allan Poe
Ulalume. |
Here
once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my soul,-
Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul.
Edgar Allan Poe
Ulalume |
Sound
loves to revel in a summer night.
Edgar Allan Poe
Al Aaraaf |
Years
of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
Edgar Allan Poe
To --- |
Vastness!
and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
Edgar Allan Poe
The Coliseum |
Unthought-like
thoughts that are the souls of thought.
Edgar Allan Poe
To --- |
And
all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams.
Edgar Allan Poe
To One in Paradise |
A
Quixotic sense of the honorable-of the chivalrous.
Edgar Allan Poe
Letter to Mrs. Whitman. Oct. 18, 1848 |