Edgar Allan Poe

All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.

By Avery Seyler-Wetzel

1809 -1849

ALONEFrom childhood's hour I have

not beenAs others were; I have not seenAs others saw; I could not bringMy passions from a common spring.From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow; I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone;And all I loved, I loved alone.Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawnFrom every depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still:From the torrent, or the

FountainFrom the red cliff of the mountain,From the sun that round me rolledIn its autumn tint of gold,From the lightning in the skyAs it passed me flying by,From the thunder and the storm,And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view.

Response to Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

• I think in this poem is saying how, as a child, he was alone. He didn’t have his parents around a lot and he didn’t have many friends. He says how he hasn’t done, and hasn’t seen, all that all of.. Everybody else has seen and done.

From childhoods hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen as others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring.

About Edgar Allan Poe

• He was Born 19 January 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts

• He attended the University of Virginia in 1820 – 1827 and was expelled for not paying back his gambling debts

• In 1833 he won a prize for his short story “MS in a bottle”

Ulalume: A Ballad

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 October

  

      Of 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.

Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.

I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.

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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.Ghastly grim and ancient

raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

• The Cask of Amontillado

• The Fall of the House of Usher

• The Pit and the Pendulum

• The Sphinx

• The Raven

• A Tell Tale Heart

Edgar Allan Poe’s Works….

I said to him -- "My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."

• Edgar Allan Poe was both a short story writer and a poet

• He was known for his style of literary criticism

• Edgar Allan Poe died in October of 1849

• Its not known what the cause of his death is but the night of his death he was found on the streets ‘insane’ according to the person who found him