To My Mother, by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find...
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find...
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea, love, ...
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!
...
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere
The leaves they wer...
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! The spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!a saintly soul floa...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curiou...
I How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning
Of all to whom thine absence is the night
The blott...
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle ...
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you...
I Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foret...
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim...