Lines on Ale
Filled with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain. Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies Come to life and fade away. What care I how time advances; I am…
Category Edgar Allan Poe
“I have great faith in fools — self-confidence my friends call it.”
Fanny
THE dying swan by northern lakes Sing’s [Sings] its wild death song, sweet and clear, And as the solemn music breaks O’er hill and glen dissolves in air ; Thus musical thy soft voice came, Thus trembled on thy tongue my…
Evangeline
Do tell when shall we make common sense men out of the owl-eyed pundits Out of The Frog-faced stupid old God-born Pundits who lost in a fog-bank Strut about all along shore there somewhere close by the Down East Frog…
Deep in Earth
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
Beloved Physician
The pulse beats ten and intermits; God nerve the soul that ne’er forgets In calm or storm, by night or day, Its steady toil, its loyalty. [. . .] [. . .] The pulse beats ten and intermits; God shield the soul that…
To Isadore
I Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage door Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves— Within thy snowy claspeed hand The purple flowers it bore.. Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand, Like queenly nymphs…
The City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and…
The Village Street
In these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side She alone there walked beside me All in beauty, like a bride. Pallidly the moon was shining On…
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 so well: Ah! if that language from thy…
A Pæan
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 her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep…