Janelle_34

I loved reading Edgar Allan Poes' work. I always look for it in stores but they never have it. I searched for it today and found an entire site with all his stories, poems, bio, etc. I thought authors work was not allowed on sites. I was glad though. I love reading it. He had such a sick mind, twisted I gues you can say. Anyway, I thought it was just interesting. Any one else like his work?

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sanctuary

I actually own a copy of a book filled with his short stories, which I read at times, especially around halloween. I think his stories are awesome, and my favorite is the one about the masquerade.

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Cearo

I read him for bedtime stories.

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Janelle_34

Bedtime? Wow~ I would have problems sleeping. I have enough time watching CSI and sleeping

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Bika

What little I've read I've enjoyed... but my preference generally is for far lighter reading material.

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Fantasy of You

Best poet of all time, IMO. Eldorado, Dream Within a Dream, Raven = must reads.

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dwellerofthedeep

I think I'm going to have to read more of EAP's work, right now I only have the Raven, I was barely even aware of the rest of this stuff.

EDIT: I also loved "A Cask of Amontillado"

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The Bells

Hear the tolling of the bells
iron bells!
what a world of solemn thought their monody compels
in the silence of the night
how we shiver with affright
at the melancholy menace of their tone!
for every sound that floats
from the rust within their throats
is a groan.
and the people-
ah, the people-
they that dwell up in the steeple
all alone
and who tolling tolling tolling
in that mufffled 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 rocks and he rolls )
a paean from the bells
and his merry bosom swells
with the paean of the bells
of the bells
keeping time time time
in a sort of runic rhyme
to the throbbing of the bells
of the bells bells bells
to the sobbing of the bells
keeping time time time
as he knells knells knells
in a Happy runic rhyme
to the rolling of the bells
of the bells
bells bells
to the tolling of the bells
of the bells bells bells
bells bells bells bells
to the MOANING and the GROANING
OF THE BELLS!!


Well I love this one

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Eldorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied

And this.

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dwellerofthedeep

Thank you FOY! Great poems here, I especially like El Dorado.

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Janelle_34

Ok here is a question.. in "Oblong Box" what the heck are berths? I have never seen that word before

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(My favourite)

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

• • ake this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow--
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand--
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep--while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

Janelle, http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/berths

dweeler, np.

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Cearo

FOY, you only posted the last stanza of "Bells!" To get the full effect you need to read the whole thing.

I think my favorite short story is "Hop-Frog" or perhaps "The Oval Portrait," or "X-ing a Paragrab."

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Cearo, you're right. I mustn't have copied the whole thing somehow.




Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


II

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


III

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!


IV

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled 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 paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

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Janelle_34

Fantasy thank you for the postings.. I love them.. He has such a strange way of writing

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