Poetry Catalog

Kind solace in a dying hour!Such, father, is not (now) my theme--I will not madly deem that powerOf Earth may shrive me of the sinUnearthly pride hath revelled in--I have no time to dote or dream:You call it hope--that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire:If I can hope--O God! I can--Its fount is holier--more divine--I would not call thee fool, old man,But such is not a gift … [Read more...] about Tamerlane, By: Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstoneNot one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitudeWhich is not loneliness--for thenThe spirits of the dead who stoodIn life before thee are againIn death around thee--and their willShall overshadow thee: be still.The night--tho' clear--shall frown--And the stars shall not … [Read more...] about Spirits Of The Dead, By: Edgar Allan Poe

SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art!Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,Vulture, whose wings are dull realitiesHow should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,Who wouldst not leave him in his wanderingTo seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing!Hast thou not dragged Diana from … [Read more...] about Sonnet: To Science, By: Edgar Allan Poe

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!How many memories of what radiant hoursAt sight of thee and thine at once awake!How many scenes of what departed bliss!How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!How many visions of a maiden that isNo more--no more upon thy verdant slopes! No more! alas, that magical sad … [Read more...] about Sonnet – To Zante, By: Edgar Allan Poe

I saw thee on thy bridal day--When a burning blush came o'er thee,Though happiness around thee lay,The world all love before thee: And in thine eye a kindling light(Whatever it might be)Was all on Earth my aching sightOf Loveliness could see. That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame--As such it well may pass--Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flameIn the breast of him, … [Read more...] about Song, By: Edgar Allan Poe