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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.

The Murders interior the Rue Morgue A Descent Into The Maelstrom MS. found ia a Bottle the autumn of the living house of Usher the solid of Amontillado the guy interior the gang The untimely Burial The device of surgeon Tarr and Professor Fether The Angel of The weird and wonderful The Sphinx Why Th Little Frenchman Wears His Hand In A Sling The Ballon-Hoax Mesmeric Revelation the means of words Von Kempelen and His Discovery Poems And all of us comprehend maximum will say the Raven Annabel Lee the city interior the sea The Sleeper The Coliseum Dream-Land The Lake To ____________ Hymn To Aristogeiton and Harmodius. A DREAM: In visions of the darkish evening I even have dreamed of exhilaration departed- yet a waking dream of existence and lightweight Hath left me broken-hearted Ah! what isn't a dream via day To him whose eyes are solid On issues around him with a ray became decrease back upon the section? The holy dream-that holy dream together as each and all of the worldwide have been chiding, Hath cheered me as a fine looking beam A lonely spirit guiding What nevertheless that easy, thro' typhoon and evening, So trembled from afar- What could there be extra basically outstanding in actuality's day-megastar? take care dave

"Alone"

"Annabel Lee"

"The Bells"

"The City in the Sea"

"The Conqueror Worm"

"Dream-Land"

"A Dream Within A Dream"

"Eldorado"

"For Annie"

"The Haunted Palace" (1839)

"The Sleeper"

"Spirits of the Dead"

"To The River"

"A Valentine"

"The Valley of Unrest"

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, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

A Dream by Poe. Underrated in my opinion, did an analysis on the piece last semester in my ENG class. Great short poem.

The Raven

Come Little Children

it was turned into a pretty good song too.

Can you guess by my nick? LOL The Raven of course. :)