Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Coliseum
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquaryOf lofty contemplation left to TimeBy buried centuries of pomp and power!At length- at length- after so many..
© Edgar Allan Poe
An Acrostic
Elizabeth it is in vain you say'Love not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.Zantippe's talents had enforced..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour
The happiest day- the happiest hourMy sear'd and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride and power,I feel hath flown.Of power! said I?..
© Edgar Allan Poe
For Annie
Thank Heaven! the crisis-The danger is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last-And the fever called "Living"Is conquered at last.Sadly, I knowI..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Haunted Palace
In the greenest of our valleysBy good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace-Radiant palace- reared its head.In the monarch Thought's..
© Edgar Allan Poe
A Paean
How shall the burial rite be read?The solemn song be sung?The requiem for the loveliest dead,That ever died so young?II.Her friends are gazing on..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June,I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,Exhales from out her golden rim,And, softly dripping..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Imitation
A dark unfathomed tideOf interminable pride -A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild and waking..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,The angels, whispering to one another,Can find, among their burning terms of love,None so devotional as..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Conqueror Worm
Lo! 'tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary, wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Lenore
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,With drowsy head and folded wing,Among the green leaves as they shakeFar down within some shadowy lake,To me a..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Al Aaraaf
PART IO! nothing earthly save the ray(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,As in those gardens where the daySprings from the gems of Circassy-O!..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Fairy-Land
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-And cloudy-looking woods,Whose forms we can't discoverFor the tears that drip all over!Huge moons there wax and..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Elizabeth
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit[Logic and common usage so commanding]In thy own book that first thy name be writ,Zeno and other sages..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Spirits Of The Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Bells
IHear the sledges with the bells-Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,In the icy air of..
© Edgar Allan Poe
An Enigma
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.Through all the flimsy things we see at onceAs easily as through a..
© 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 liesUpon the..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Eulalie
I dwelt aloneIn a world of moan,And my soul was a stagnant tide,Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!My spirit not awakening, till the beamOf an Eternity should bring the morrow.Yes! tho' that long dream..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The City In The Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throneIn a strange city lying aloneFar down within the dim West,Where the good and the bad and the worst and the..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreamland
By a route obscure and lonely,Haunted by ill angels only,Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,On a black throne reigns upright,I have reached these lands..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Bridal Ballad
The ring is on my hand,And the wreath is on my brow;Satin and jewels grandAre all at my command,And I am happy now.And my lord he loves me well;But..
© Edgar Allan Poe