Poems by Edgar Allan Poe

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
...

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leav...

There are some qualities some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is mad...

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, ...

I saw thee on thy bridal day
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around the...

Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Wh...

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all t...

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme
I will not madly deem that p...

I heed not that my earthly lot
Hathlittle of Earth in it
That years of love have been forgot
...

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds, Are lipsand all th...

Beloved! Amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path
(Drear path, alas! Where grow...

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere
The leaves they wer...

Fair river! In thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of th...

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
...

I saw thee onceonce onlyyears ago:
I must not say how manybut not many.
It was a July midnigh...