Edgar+Allan+Poe

​HIS LIFE //**Edgar allan Poe was born in the year 1809 in Boston,Massachusetts, and died in the year 1849. Edgar Allan Poe was born to Elizabeth Arnold Poe, who died when Poe was only 3 years old; he was adopted by John Allan. **// || ||  ||   ||
 * ​**//Edgar Allan Poe- was known best for his very sorrowful poems about death and loses. this was mostly caused by him losing many people that he loved in life.//**
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 * **//A Dream Evaluation-it was a poem that was about a beautiful dream that breaks your heart.The rhyme schme is ababcdcdefefagbg.//** || **//A Dream within a Dream Evaluation- it was about a dream that was in another dream that was very magical.//** || **//A Valentine Evaluation-a sweet story about a loved on of poe. it was a nicer poem then usual.//** ||  ||
 * **//A Dream//**

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?

Edgar Allan Poe || **//A Dream Within A 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?

Edgar Allan Poe || **//A Valentine//**

for her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure Divine- a talisman- an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- The words- the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too, Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando- Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

Edgar Allan Poe ||   ||