Edgar Allan Poe Poems on Name (9 Poems)

Enigma (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

The noblest name in Allegory’s page,The hand that traced inexorable rage;A pleasing moralist whose page refined,Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;A tender poet of a foreign tongue,(Indited in the language that he sung.)A bard of brilliant but unlicensed pageAt … Continue reading →

The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-’Androm’. ‘Eiros’. Why do you call me Eiros? ‘Charmion’. So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, my earthly name, and speak to me as Charmion. ‘Eiros’. This is indeed no dream! ‘Charmion’. … Continue reading →

To Helen – 1848 (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate … Continue reading →

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe Poem)

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to … Continue reading →

The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

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 … Continue reading →

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE;– And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to … Continue reading →

A Valentine (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure … Continue reading →

Tamerlane (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell’d in- I have no time to dote or … Continue reading →

To Helen 2 (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)

I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through … Continue reading →