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​ Born on January 19 1809 in Boston Parents died before he was three Poe's brother William died young His sister Rosalie become later insane Adopted by John and Frances Allan !n 1820 attended University of Virginia to study Latin A few years later he was unable to pay off some gambling debts and joined the military In 1827 he wrote "Dreams" and published "Tamerlane and other poems" 1831 Poe moved in with his aunt Maria Clemm and marries Virginia eliza Clemm 4 years later A year later they move to New York 1840 Poe publishes "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque" which included "Bon Bon" and "Pest King" "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" gets published in 1841 His most famous poem "The Raven" and others like "Eulalie" and "To Helen" gets published in 1845 Virginia dies in 1847 1849 poe was found on the side of the street unconscious and later died on October 7 || 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.
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 * "A Dream"

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? I think it is interesting because he says in his dreams he is happy but in life he is miserable

ABABCDCDEFEFGHGH || "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 lov'd, I loved alone. Then---in my childhood---in the dawn Of a most stormy life---was drawn From ev'ry 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 roll'd In its autumn tint of gold--- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd 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.

AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK || 'Twas noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon. 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold--too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.
 * "Evening Star"

ABCBDEFEGGHIIJKLMNNBOOB || Bibliogrphy: [] [] [] "The Importance of Edgar Allan Poe" by Rafael Tilton "Edgar Allan Poe" by Milton Meltzer ||