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Edgar allan poe
A COMPLETE COLLECTION OF POEMS BY http://up.arab-x.com/July09/0v790545.jpg EDGAR ALLAN POE (Born January 19, 1809, Died October 7, 1849) Biography of Edgar Allan Poe http://up.arab-x.com/July09/vqI94245.gif Poe, a great 19th-century American author, was born on Jan 19, 1809, in Boston, Mass. Both his parents died when Poe was two years old, and he was taken into the home of John Allan a wealthy tobacco exporter of Richmond, Va Although Poe was never legally adopted, he .used his foster father's name as his middle name After several years in a Richmod academy, Poe was sent to the University of Virginia. After a year, John Allan refused to give him more money, possibly because of Poe's losses at .gambling. Poe then had to leave the university In 1827 he published, in Boston, Tamerlane and Other Poems. This was the first volume of his poems, and was published anonymously. The book made no money, and Poe enlisted in the United States Army under an assumed name. After he served two years, his foster father arranged for him to be honorably discharged and to enter the United States Military Academy. But, within six months, Poe was dismissed because of neglect .of duty Poe then began to write stories for magazines In 1831, he published Poems by Edgar A. Poe, which he dedicated to the cadets of the U.S. Military Academy. In 1833, he won a cash prize for the story MS. Found in a Bottle. In 1835, he jointed the staff of the Richmond Magazine, Southern Literary Messenger. Within a year, the circulation of the magazine increased seven times thanks to the .popularity of Poe's stories Poe, however, soon lost his job with the magazine because of his drinking. In 1836, he married beautiful Virginia Clemm, the 13-year-old daughter of his aunt. The following year he lived in New York City, and the next year he drifted to Philadelphia There he became associate editor of Burton's Gentleman's Magazine. He contributed literary criticism, reviews, poems, and some of his most . famous stories to this magazine In 1840, Poe published Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, a two-volume set of his stories As literary editor of Graham's Magazine, he wrote the famous stories, A Descent into the Maelstrom, and The Masque of Red Death. In 1843, Poe won a prize of his story The Gold Bug. This story, along with such earlier tales as The Purloined Letter and The Murders in the Rue Morgue, set the standard of the modern detective story. He reached the heights of his fame in 1845 with his poem The Raven. That same year he was . appointed literary critic of the New York Mirror The long illness of Virginia Poe and her death in 1847 almost wrecked Poe. His mental and physical condition grew steadily worse and he tried to commit suicide. Still, in 1848 and 1849 Poe was able to delivera series of lecture tours. He died in 1849 in Baltimore and the notes from his lectures were published posthumously in 1850, under the title The Poetic Principles The work, along with The Rationale of Verse (1843) and The Philosophy of Composition (1846) ranks among .the best examples of Poe's literary criticism http://up.arab-x.com/July09/vqI94245.gif |
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O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where the day Springs from the gems of Circassy- O! nothing earthly save the thrill Of melody in woodland rill- Or (music of the passion-hearted) Joy's voice so peacefully departed That like the murmur in the shell, Its echo dwelleth and will dwell- Oh, nothing of the dross of ours- Yet all the beauty- all the flowers That list our Love, and deck our bowers- Adorn yon world afar, afar- The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace- for there Her world lay lolling on the golden air, Near four bright suns- a temporary rest- An oasis in desert of the blest. Away- away- 'mid seas of rays that roll Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul- The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense) Can struggle to its destin'd eminence,- To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode And late to ours, the favor'd one of God- But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm, She throws aside the sceptre- leaves the helm, And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns, Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs. Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth, Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth, (Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star, Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar, It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt) She looked into Infinity- and knelt. Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled- Fit emblems of the model of her world- Seen but in beauty- not impeding sight Of other beauty glittering thro' the light- A wreath that twined each starry form around, And all the opal'd air in color bound. http://www.arab-x.com/up//uploads/im...53cf7882f3.gif All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head On the fair Capo Deucato, and sprang So eagerly around about to hang Upon the flying footsteps of- deep pride- Of her who lov'd a mortal- and so died. The Sephalica, budding with young bees, Upreared its purple stem around her knees:- And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'd- Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd All other loveliness:- its honied dew (The fabled nectar that the heathen knew) Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven, And fell on gardens of the unforgiven </PRE> |
And fell on gardens of the unforgiven In Trebizond- and on a sunny flower So like its own above that, to this hour, It still remaineth, torturing the bee With madness, and unwonted reverie: In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf And blossom of the fairy plant in grief Disconsolate linger- grief that hangs her head, Repenting follies that full long have Red, Heaving her white breast to the balmy air, Like guilty beauty, chasten'd and more fair: Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light She fears to perfume, perfuming the night: And Clytia, pondering between many a sun, While pettish tears adown her petals run: And that aspiring flower that sprang on Earth, And died, ere scarce exalted into birth, Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king: And Valisnerian lotus, thither flown" From struggling with the waters of the Rhone: And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante! Isola d'oro!- Fior di Levante! And the Nelumbo bud that floats for ever With Indian Cupid down the holy river- Fair flowers, and fairy! to whose care is given To bear the Goddess' song, in odors, up to Heaven: "Spirit! that dwellest where, In the deep sky, The terrible and fair, In beauty vie! Beyond the line of blue- The boundary of the star Which turneth at the view Of thy barrier and thy bar- Of the barrier overgone By the comets who were cast From their pride and from their throne To be drudges till the last- To be carriers of fire (The red fire of their heart) With speed that may not tire And with pain that shall not part- Who livest- that we know- In Eternity- we feel- But the shadow of whose brow What spirit shall reveal? Tho' the beings whom thy Nesace, Thy messenger hath known Have dream'd for thy Infinity A model of their own- Thy will is done, O God! The star hath ridden high Thro' many a tempest, but she rode Beneath thy burning eye; And here, in thought, to thee- In thought that can alone Ascend thy empire and so be A partner of thy throne- By winged Fantasy, My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be In the environs of Heaven." She ceas'd- and buried then her burning cheek Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek A shelter from the fervor of His eye; For the stars trembled at the Deity. She stirr'd not- breath'd not- for a voice was there How solemnly pervading the calm air! A sound of silence on the startled ear Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere." Ours is a world of words: Quiet we call "Silence"- which is the merest word of all. All Nature speaks, and ev'n ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings- But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high The eternal voice of God is passing by, And the red winds are withering in the sky:- |
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