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204 years of Edgar Allan Poe

Today marks the 204th year of Edgar Allan Poe, and though he may not be present anymore ( physically), his words have lived through the years and his wisdom still continues to inspire many around the globe. E.A. Poe lived a sad and quite tragic life but he was wise enough to put in writing the best  moments of his existence. And all his words, and rhymes and sorrows are his gifts to the world for the rest of time.

Here are my favorite works from the legendary Edgar Allan Poe, which I consider very beautiful works of art — I hope you can say the same.

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?

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Tell Tale Heart

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Reading classics – Edgar Allan Poe

I haven’t really read in a while. I never really found the time in the last couple of weeks, which is exactly why I’m trying to make up for it by starting to read again this week. And on top of my want-to-read list right now is our¬†leather-bound copy of “The complete tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe”¬†. It’s a really big, really thick book and it would probably take me a year to finish, but a tiny dose everyday can’t hurt.

What I’ve read so far: The introduction (basically a brief summary of edgar’s life, which is not as boring as I thought it would be) and a few poems, which surprisingly are not scary or wrapped up in death and somehow kind of romantic, but still really good.

Here are a few of my favorite lines so far…

I have no word-alas-to tell
the loveliness of loving well

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And she would mark the opening skies
I saw no heaven-but in her eyes

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I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy-and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love-and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known

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What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?