Poems

Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado. But he grew old—This knight so bold—And o’er his heart a shadow—Fell as he foundNo spot of groundThat looked like Eldorado. And, as his strengthFailed him at length,He met a pilgrim shadow—‘Shadow,’ said he,‘Where can it be—This land of Eldorado?’ …

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To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe

Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicéan barks of yore,That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,The weary, way-worn wanderer boreTo his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was Greece,And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon …

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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I …

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Sonnet – Silence by Edgar Allan Poe

There are some qualities—some incorporate things,That have a double life, which thus is madeA type of that twin entity which springsFrom matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,Some human memories and tearful lore,Render him terrorless: …

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The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe

I Hear 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 night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort if Runic rhyme, To the …

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The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats

The cat went here and thereAnd the moon spun round like a top,And the nearest kin of the moon,The creeping cat, looked up.Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,For, wander and wail as he would,The pure cold light in the skyTroubled his animal blood.Minnaloushe runs in the grassLifting his delicate feet.Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you …

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