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To Frances S Osgood

Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart

From its present pathway part not;

Being everything which now thou art,

Be nothing which thou art not.

So with the world thy gentle ways,

Thy grace, thy more than beauty,

Shall be an endless theme of praise.

And love a simple duty.

by Edgar Allan Poe

The Divine Right Of Kings

The only king by right divine

Is Ellen King, and were she mine

I'd strive for liberty no more,

But hug the glorious chains I wore.

Her bosom is an ivory throne,

Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ;

No subject vice dare interfere,

To check the power that governs here.

by Edgar Allan Poe

Sancta Maria

Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes -

Upon the sinner's sacrifice,

Of fervent prayer and humble love,

From thy holy throne above.

At morn - at noon - at twilight dim -

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!

In joy and wo - in good and ill -

Mother of God, be with me still!

by Edgar Allan Poe

To One In Paradise

Thou wast all that 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 arise

by Edgar Allan Poe

Sonnet- Silence

There are some qualities- some incorporate things,

That have a double life, which thus is made

A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore-

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,

Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,

Some human memories and tearful lore,

by Edgar Allan Poe

To One Departed

Seraph! thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea -

Some ocean vexed as it may be

With storms; but where, meanwhile,

Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

For 'mid the earnest cares and woes

by Edgar Allan Poe

Enigma

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 page

At once the shame and glory of our age,

by Edgar Allan Poe

Hymn

At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!

In joy and woe- in good and ill-

Mother of God, be with me still!

When the hours flew brightly by,

And not a cloud obscured the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be,

Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;

by Edgar Allan Poe

Israfel

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell

"Whose heart-strings are a lute";

None sing so wildly well

As the angel Israfel,

And the giddy stars (so legends tell),

Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell

Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above

by Edgar Allan Poe

Fairy-Land

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-

And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can't discover

For the tears that drip all over!

Huge moons there wax and wane-

Again- again- again-

Every moment of the night-

Forever changing places-

by Edgar Allan Poe

In Youth I have Known One

How often we forget all time, when lone

Admiring Nature's universal throne;

Her woods - her winds - her mountains - the intense

Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!

In youth I have known one with whom the Earth

In secret communing held - as he with it,

In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:

by Edgar Allan Poe

To The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

The which I could not love the less-

So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,

And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall

Upon that spot, as upon all,

by Edgar Allan Poe