POEMS OF MANHOOD LENORE TO ONE IN PARADISE THE COLISEUM THE HAUNTED PALACE THE CONQUEROR WORM SILENCE DREAM-LAND HYMN TO ZANTE SCENES FROM “POLITIAN” POEMS OF YOUTH INTRODUCTION TO POEMS—1831 _LETTER TO MR. B—._ SONNET—TO SCIENCE AL AARAAF TAMERLANE TO HELEN THE VALLEY OF UNREST ISRAFEL TO —— TO —— TO THE RIVER—— SONG SPIRITS OF THE DEAD A DREAM ROMANCE FAIRY-LAND THE LAKE —— TO—— EVENING STAR “THE HAPPIEST DAY.” IMITATION HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS DREAMS “IN YOUTH I HAVE KNOWN ONE” NOTES DOUBTFUL POEMS ALONE TO ISADORE THE VILLAGE STREET THE FOREST REVERIE NOTES VOLUME 1. EDGAR ALLAN POE AN APPRECIATION Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of “never—never more!” This stanza from “The Raven” was recommended by James Russell Lowell as an inscription upon the Baltimore monument which marks the resting place of Edgar Allan Poe, the most interesting and original figure in American letters. And, to signify that peculiar musical quality of Poe’s genius which inthralls every reader, Mr. Lowell suggested this additional verse, from the “Haunted Palace”: And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling ever more, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. Born in poverty at Boston, January 19, 1809, dying under painful circumstances at Baltimore, October 7, 1849, his whole literary career of scarcely fifteen years a pitiful struggle for mere subsistence, his memory malignantly misrepresented by his earliest biographer, Griswold, how completely has truth at last routed falsehood and how magnificently has Poe come into his own. For “The Raven,” first published in 1845, and, within a few months, read, recited and parodied wherever the English language was spoken, the half-starved poet received $10! Less than a year later his brother poet, N. P. Willis, issued this touching appeal to the admirers of genius on behalf of the neglected author, his dying wife and her devoted mother, then living under very straitened circumstances in a little cottage at Fordham, N. Y.: