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1830 ALONE Edgar Allan Poe, Study notes of Poetry

Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-49) - American poet, short-story writer, and critic who is best known for his tales of ratiocination, his fantastical horror stories, ...

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Edgar Allan Poe
Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-49) - American poet, short-story writer, and critic who is best
known for his tales of ratiocination, his fantastical horror stories, and his genre-
founding detective stories. Poe, whose cloudy personal life is a virtual legend,
considered himself primarily a poet. Alone (1830) - One of Poe’s poems. Opening lines:
From childhood’s hour I have not been / As others were; I have not seen ...
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Edgar Allan Poe

Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-49) - American poet, short-story writer, and critic who is best known for his tales of ratiocination, his fantastical horror stories, and his genre- founding detective stories. Poe, whose cloudy personal life is a virtual legend, considered himself primarily a poet. Alone (1830) - One of Poe’s poems. Opening lines: From childhood’s hour I have not been / As others were; I have not seen ...

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From childhood’s 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.

From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My 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 drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As 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.

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