Poetry Collection By: Aaliyah Roberts Block: 7

Annabel Lee

Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I 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 heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me:--

Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling

And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we--

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the side of the sea.

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It uses a hyperbole by saying, "and this maiden she lived with no other thought." Which is saying she only thinks one thing.

It also uses personification by saying, "the angels, not so half happy in heaven." Now I am a firm believer in god, but no one can determine if the angels and what not, are happy or sad.

If love is true, where shall be without you.

For Annie

Edgar Allan Poe

Thank Heaven! the crisis --

The danger is past,

And the lingering illness

Is over at last --

And the fever called "Living"

Is conquered at last.

Sadly, I know

I am shorn of my strength,

And no muscle I move

As I lie at full length --

But no matter! -- I feel

I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly,

Now, in my bed,

That any beholder

Might fancy me dead --

Might start at beholding me,

Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,

The sighing and sobbing,

Are quieted now,

With that horrible throbbing

At heart: -- ah, that horrible,

Horrible throbbing!

The sickness -- the nausea --

The pitiless pain --

Have ceased, with the fever

That maddened my brain --

With the fever called "Living"

That burned in my brain.

And oh! of all tortures

That torture the worst

Has abated -- the terrible

Torture of thirst

For the naphthaline river

Of Passion accurst: --

I have drank of a water

That quenches all thirst: --

Of a water that flows,

With a lullaby sound,

From a spring but a very few

Feet under ground --

From a cavern not very far

Down under ground.

And ah! let it never

Be foolishly said

That my room it is gloomy

And narrow my bed;

For man never slept

In a different bed --

And, to sleep, you must slumber

In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit

Here blandly reposes,

Forgetting, or never

Regretting its roses --

Its old agitations

Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly

Lying, it fancies

A holier odor

About it, of pansies --

A rosemary odor,

Commingled with pansies --

With rue and the beautiful

Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,

Bathing in many

A dream of the truth

And the beauty of Annie --

Drowned in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,

She fondly caressed,

And then I fell gently

To sleep on her breast --

Deeply to sleep

From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,

She covered me warm,

And she prayed to the angels

To keep me from harm --

To the queen of the angels

To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,

Now in my bed,

(Knowing her love)

That you fancy me dead --

And I rest so contentedly,

Now in my bed,

(With her love at my breast)

That you fancy me dead --

That you shudder to look at me,

Thinking me dead: --

But my heart it is brighter

Than all of the many

Stars in the sky,

For it sparkles with Annie --

It glows with the light

Of the love of my Annie --

With the thought of the light

Of the eyes of my Annie.

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It uses personification by saying "and the fever called "living"" It's saying that the fever is living which is impossible and incapable, because a fever cannot talk nor can it walk.

It than uses a hyperbole by saying, "that burned in my brain" I mean if your brain was burning, wouldn't a fire have to start in there? That's a little over the top.

This kinda explains the brain hyperbole, but to a different perception.

Spirits of the Dead

Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy:

Be silent in that solitude

Which is not loneliness -- for then

The spirits of the dead who stood

In life before thee are again

In death around thee -- and their will

Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --

And the stars shall look not down,

From their high thrones in the Heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given --

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever :

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --

Now are visions ne'er to vanish --

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token --

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries! --

It uses a big big big hyperbole, it says "in life before thee are again" It is referring to the dead. No reincarnation would be freaking amazing well to me anyway, George Washington could be one of us, that would make my day. Although it seems like a nice thought, it isn't possible.

It also uses personification by stating "and the stars shall not look down," Stars are not people and therefore are unable to look down.

I believe this is like the demon or entity, reliving inside a human being.

The Lies

By: Aaliyah Roberts

It was the 21

Just like any other verse

You gave me the lines

I fell for the lies

It was like stabbing me a thousand times

With every single rhyme

You said you were sad

I bet you were glad

You were the beast

Yet the beauty

I fell for lies

Like every other time

I first used a simile by stating "It was like stabbing me a thousand times." As you can see I'm just in pain, not really being stabbed, because although it feels that way, it's not that way.

I also used a metaphor by using "You were the beast yet the beauty." (I love beauty and the beast!!!) I was implying that they were a beast, yet sadly they were still beautiful to me.

She had fell for the lies
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