Edgar Allan Poe

1
Edgar Allan Poe

• 1809-1849

2
Poes beginning.

• Edgar Poe was born on January 19th 1809 in
  Boston. To David and Elizabeth Poe.

• After a short year in the University in Virginia
  he left the Allan's and went on to publish his
  collection of poems called Tamerlane and Other
  Poems in 1827.

• Poes father died in 1810 and his mother the year
  after. Since he was alone and young John and
  Frances Allan took him in.

• Poes Brother died and his sister Rosalie later
  became insane.

• Poe attended the University of Virginia 1826,
  but later was expelled for not paying his
  debts.

• He started to be noticed as a great poem writer
  around age 5.

3
More About Poe

• Five years later Virginia died of tuberculosis
  Then after the death of his wife, Poe began to
  lose him self with drinking and drugs.

• Poes Brother died and his sister Rosalie later
  became insane.

In 1833 Message (MS) Found in a Bottle was one of
his short stories and it won a literary prize.

• In 1827 Poe joined in U.S Army as a soldier and
  was called Edgar A. Perry.

• His last marriage in 1826 didnt work. So now in
  1836 Poe married his 13-year-old cousin Virginia
  Clemm.

4
Careers through life.

• In 1838 he moves from New York to Philadelphia
  and becomes a assistant editor of Burtons
  Gentlemen Magazine.

• After a short year in the University in Virginia
  he left the Allan's and went on to publish his
  collection of poems called Tamerlane and Other
  Poems in 1827.

• During his careers and schooling he wrote many
  poems and stories.

• He leaves the magazine in May of 1840 and becomes
  editor of Grahams Magazine.

5
The Raven with why?
It is looked upon and liked for Poes use of
stylized language and supernatural atmosphere.
The Raven is a narrative poem first published in
January 1845.
His intentions of writing this poem was to create
a poem that would appeal to both critical and
popular tastes mainly to anyone.
Some people didnt like the poem and its values
but still remains one of the most famous.
6
The Raven.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered
weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly
napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of
some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber
door.Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at
my chamber door -Only this, and nothing
more.'Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
bleak December,And each separate dying ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I
wished the morrow - vainly I had sought to
borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow
for the lost Lenore -For the rare and radiant
maiden whom the angels named Lenore -Nameless
here for evermore.
7
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each
purple curtainThrilled me - filled me with
fantastic terrors never felt beforeSo that now,
to still the beating of my heart, I stood
repeating'Tis some visitor entreating entrance
at my chamber door -Some late visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door -This it is, and
nothing more,'Presently my soul grew stronger
hesitating then no longer,Sir,' said I, or
Madam, truly your forgiveness I imploreBut the
fact is I was napping, and so gently you came
rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping
at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I
heard you' - here I opened wide the door
-Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into
that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no
mortal ever dared to dream beforeBut the silence
was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,And
the only word there spoken was the whispered
word, Lenore!'This I whispered, and an echo
murmured back the word, Lenore!'Merely this and
nothing more.
8
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within
me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat
louder than before.Surely,' said I, surely
that is something at my window latticeLet me
see then, what thereat is, and this mystery
explore -Let my heart be still a moment and this
mystery explore -'Tis the wind and nothing
more!'Open here I flung the shutter, when, with
many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a
stately raven of the saintly days of yore.Not
the least obeisance made he not a minute stopped
or stayed heBut, with mien of lord or lady,
perched above my chamber door -Perched upon a
bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
-Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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.'
9
Short Stories.

• The Cask Of Amontillado written in 1846 about a
  story of revenge

• The Fall of the house of Usher written
• in 1839 about an old house and its secrets

The Masque of the red death written in 1850
about the horror of the plague
The Pit and the Pendulum written in 1850 about
a torture chamber
The Tell-Tale Heart written in 1850 about a
murderer's guilt
10
Poes Death
His Death was a Mystery
Poe was 40 years old when he died on October 7,
1849.
Poe was discovered lying unconscious on a wooden
plank outside Ryan's saloon on Lombard St. in
Baltimore.
His death was a series of questions it could
have, delirium tremens, heart disease, epilepsy
and some even said he was a victim to cooping.
11
Bibliography

• Google.com/images
• Poe Museum.org
• Wikipedia.org/EdgarAllanPoe
• mysterynet.com/edgar-allan-poe