Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Dream-land by Edgar Allan Poe. Dream-land by Edgar Allan Poe. Get A Copy. More Details Other Editions 5. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Dream-land , please sign up.
Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Dream-land. It was descriptive and slightly eerie but also hard to tell exactly what he was talking about. Another great poem by Edgar Allan Poe.
One of my favorite poems of all time! Another great poem by Edgar Allen Poe. This is a really great poem about dreaming and the prose is marvelously excellent.
The way Edgar Allan Poe pieces this poem together is brilliant and it should be read as an example for others at the very least. May 02, K. I have arranged my takeaway thoughts into a haiku: "No one ever said, In calling dreams their refuge, That they were good dreams. Aug 21, Claire Orion rated it it was amazing. Feb 26, Prerana rated it really liked it Shelves: not-romance-or-ya.
I honestly don't know what to feel about Edgar Allan Poe. Loved the rich descriptions. Another amazing poem by Poe. My accomplishments for this poem would be to understand how nature reacts with the narrator's emotions. How both ideas are combined together, so the reader can get more feeling of how serious the situation is occurring.
I noticed how the narrator feels when he is comparing to nature; for example; he states "bottomless vales and boundless floods, thier lone waters, lone and dead. Nabila - you always have the most thoughtful insights. If you ever have time, I would like you to look at the poem I selected and see what you think about it.
Maybe we could discuss it in class someday. Thanks :. I really Like how u read between the line and took clues to what he was really trying to say. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece. And the grandeur that was Rome.
The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche from the regions which Are Holy Land! Edgar Allan Poe Ulalume The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll— As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole— That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere,— For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year Ah, night of all nights in the year!
And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn— As the star-dials hinted of morn— At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn— Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said: "She is warmer than Dian; She rolls through an ether of sighs— She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies— To the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes— Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes.
Ah, fly! I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming With Hope and in Beauty tonight! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming, That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.
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