Tag Archives: Edgar Allan Poe Poems

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they …

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering …

Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my …

Seraph! thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off …

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, …

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of …

O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath little …

Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks …

I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must …

Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart From its …

Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly …

Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the …