The Raven: and Other Favorite Poems
This collection represents the publisher’s personal favorite poems by Edgar Allan Poe. The theme of these poems is Poe’s reflections on nature, magic and the dream world. The publisher chose The Raven as the first poem, in hopes that the movie “The Raven” in 2012 inspires readers to explore the light and very dark writings of Poe. Some of the poems included in this book are Annabel Lee, Dream, Fairyland, The City in the Sea and many more.
monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls:— And their king it is who tolls:— And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells:— Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of
valleys In visions of the dark night In youth have I known one with whom the Earth I saw thee once—once only—years ago: I saw thee on thy bridal day— It was many and many a year ago Lo! Death has reared himself a throne Lo! ’tis a gala night Not long ago, the writer of these lines Of all who hail thy presence as the morning— Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! Once it smiled a silent dell Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Romance, who loves to nod
GREAT AMERICAN POEMS, The American Poetry & Literacy Project (ed.). (Available in U.S. only.) 96pp. 0-486-40158-8 ENGLISH ROMANTIC POETRY: An Anthology, Stanley Appelbaum (ed.). 256pp. 0-486-29282-7 BHAGAVADGITA, Bhagavadgita. 112pp. 0-486-27782-8 THE BOOK OF PSALMS, King James Bible. 128pp. 0-486-27541-8 IMAGIST POETRY: AN ANTHOLOGY, Bob Blaisdell (ed.). 176pp. (Available in U.S. only.) 0-486-40875-2 BLAKE’S SELECTED POEMS, William Blake. 96pp. 0-486-28517-0 SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND SONGS OF
Alphabetical List of Titles Alphabetical List of First Lines DOVER - THRIFT - EDITIONS To———— 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 sight Of Loveliness could see. That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame— As such it well may pass— Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas! Who saw thee
bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt—now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarté within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye— While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. To M. L. S——5 Of all who hail thy presence as the morning— Of all to whom thine absence is the night— The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun—of all who, weeping, bless