O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinionThat you are changing sadly your dominion —I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased,For men have none at all, or bad at least;And as for times, altho' 'tis said by manyThe “good old times” were far the worst of any,Of which sound doctrine I believe each tittle,Yet still I think these worse than them a little. I've been a thinking — … [Read more...] about O, Tempora! O, Mores!, By: Edgar Allan Poe
Fanny, By: Edgar Allan Poe
The dying swan by northern lakesSings its wild death song, sweet and clear,And as the solemn music breaksO’er hill and glen dissolves in air;Thus musical thy soft voice came,Thus trembled on thy tongue my name. Like sunburst through the ebon cloud,Which veils the solemn midnight sky,Piercing cold evening's sable shroud,Thus came the first glance of that eye;But like the … [Read more...] about Fanny, By: Edgar Allan Poe
Ulalume, By: Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober;The leaves they were crisped and sere—The leaves they were withering and sere;It was night in the lonesome OctoberOf my most immemorial year;It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,In the misty mid region of Weir—It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic,Of cypress, I … [Read more...] about Ulalume, By: Edgar Allan Poe
To The River, By: Edgar Allan Poe
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flowOf crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glowOf beauty—the unhidden heart—The playful maziness of artIn old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks—Which glistens then, and trembles—Why, then, the prettiest of brooksHer worshipper resembles;For in his heart, as in thy stream,Her image deeply lies—His heart … [Read more...] about To The River, By: Edgar Allan Poe
To One in Paradise, By: Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine—A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!Ah, starry Hope! that didst ariseBut to be overcast!A voice from out the Future cries,"On! on!"—but o'er the Past(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering liesMute, … [Read more...] about To One in Paradise, By: Edgar Allan Poe
