Edgar Allan Poe

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(January 19, 1809- Ocotber 7, 1849)

About Edgar Allan Poe


Edgar Allan Poe is an American Poet, author, and literary critic. He is considered the father of modern detective stories and contributed greatly to the genres of horror and science fiction. His most recognizable work is The Raven in which got him national fame. His poems reflect the dark and tragic past in his life.
Edgar was born on January 19, 1809 to Elizabeth Poe and David Poe. After his dad left and his mom died Edgar went to live with the Allan family. From this point Edgar’s life would have its many ups and downs.
He went to the University of Virginia but had to drop out when he was too in debt and his step father John Allan didn’t supply him with financial aid. He than moved to Boston and Published his first book of poetry titled “ Tamerlane and other Poems.” He than enlisted himself in the United States Army but dropped out after two years and moved in with his aunt Maria Poe Clemm in Baltimore. There he Married his young cousin Virginia Clemm.
After some time Edgar moved to Philadelphia than later to New York. He worked in many magazines and Published news paper such as Evening Mirror and Burton’s Gentlemen Magazine. In 1845 “The Raven” Gave Poe national fame.
On 1847 Virginia became very ill and later died. Poe seeped back into depression and started to drink again. During that time he was described as “ lost in stupor, not living or suffering but existing merely.”
After Virginia’s death Poe took a turn to rock Bottom. He became a drunk and had wild sprees with various women. He was left with few money and became very bitter. Edgar died on Sunday, October 7, 1849. The cause of his death his still a mystery.


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A Dream Within Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

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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.


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Personal Reaction
To me the poem had a sad and depressing feel to it, it made me feel heavyhearted. In my view the poem describes the pain of losing a love one and how no matter how hard he tries to grasp onto them they slip through his fingers and all he can do is watch without being able to do anything. It’s very depressing to read

Theme and figurative language

The theme of the poem revolves around the feel of lose, it could be the lose of someone or something that he is talking about. Another theme is frustration how he seems to hold on to what he is losing but he can’t hold onto it no matter how hard he is trying. He can only watch as they slip through his fingers.
The figurative language that I see in the poem has to do with symbolism, repetition, and hyperbole. For example when he says “ yet if hope has flown away” or “he is using hyperbole because hope can’t flow away. An example of symbolism in the poem would have to be the grains of sand, the grains of sand symbolize the things he is losing and how he can’t hold onto them. The pitiless wave represents the occurrence of events that take away the “grains of sand” from him. The repetition in the poem is when he asks “Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”

Rhyme scheme

The rhyme scheme for the poem is external .
AAABBCCDDEE
FFGGHHHIIJJ
BB

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PersonalReaction
The poem gave me a creepy and lonely feel. The way he describes the eerie lake and how he makes describes it and what happens with a dark undertone to it. I found it weird how he actually welcomed the darkness and the fright of the lake as if that was what he really wanted.

Theme and Figurative Language.

The theme around the poem is loneliness and death. Poe compares the lkae to the loneliness he feels but yet he welcomes it with open arms. Than how he accepts and welcomes death in.
The figurative language he uses in the poem is symbolism and personification . An example of symbolism in the lake which represents Poe himself and how lonely he feels. Example of personification is in the second stanza first line when he talks about the wind throwing her pall, it’s personification because wind can’t through anything.

Rhyme scheme

The poem has an external rhyme scheme which is:
AABBCC
DDEFGG
HHEEE
IIJJGG

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Personal Reaction
To me the poem had a lonely and different feel to it. I think it describes Poe throughout his life and how he always felt alienated from the rest of society and how he felt alone because he wasn’t like the rest. He didn’t fit in the crowd.

Theme and Figurative Language

The theme of the poem is loneliness. Poe describes how he was always different in his ways than most people and how no matter what there was always something that kept him down even in his brightest moments.
The figurative language in the poem is metaphor and personification. One of the metaphors of the poems is when he compares a spring to the typical thinking of the people. An example of personification in the poem is when he tells how the cloud took the from of a demon in his view.

Rhyme Scheme

The rhyme scheme of the poem in external.
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Facts about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Mother was an actress
  • Had a brother and a sister
  • Married Virginia when she was only 13!
  • “The Gold Bug” won him the grand prize of $100 and gave him great publicity
  • Wrote the first detective story in history
  • “The Narrative of Arthur Gordyn Dym” was Poe’s first and only completed novel
  • Wrote 70 short stories in his entire life
  • Was an alcoholic
  • Virginia died from the same disease and at the same age as Poe’s mother and brother.
  • After his death Poe’s had a mysterious visitor show up at his gravestone every year for his birthday and leave 3 roses and a bottle of Cognac on his graveyard along with a note every once in a while. This was kept a traditional until last January when the mysterious visitor was a no show.