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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.
I was a child and she 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 wingèd 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, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen 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 the cloud by night,
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 feel 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 sounding sea.
Fin
Attitude - The tone created by the poet through his use of imagery and repetition is a fantastical yet woefully depressing one at that.
Connotation - In "Annabel lee" the author uses repetition and Imagery to steadily change the environment for the readers from that of a happy scene to that of a woeful depressing scene representing how glum life can get. He achieves this first portion by setting it up with pretty imagery like “In this kingdom by the sea”(line 2) which brings to mind an elegant castle. However he uses repetition to create a sad and woeful effect upon that of the readers almost repeating as if the speaker himself were in disbelief of his bride's death.
Shifts - Although the poem starts off in a fantastically great tone where everything is fine by the time it reaches the third stanza we start to see the shift to the more woeful portion of the poem as we learn about the death of the speaker's bride.
Title - Upon looking at the title I see a name. I believe this poem to be about a potential love interest of the speaker.
Paraphrase- In this Poem the speaker talks about his significant other Annabel, who loved him as much as he loved her, and of her death and burial and how even in death they are inseparable. He even goes as far to mention that he goes to sleep beside her in her tomb.
Massachusetts.
Upon looking more closely we learn that this poem is indeed about a person, but we learn that said person happens to be the now deceased bride of the speaker who died from a cold.
"A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee; "
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 lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry 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 roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d 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—
"That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. "
The poet Edgar Allan Poe uses imagery and metaphor to develop his theme of the role of one's identity in the loss of sanity in "The Haunted Palace". In the poem Poe describes the scenery at first using fanciful imagery to create a false illusion of a "happy" area. Until we arrive upon stanza 5 we then hear of "evil things, in robes of sorrow" that are attacking the king's estate.
Poe uses the estate has one humongous metaphor for the kings mind. Therefore this shows that the king has gone from being a happy go luck individual into a depressed individual who is going insane, since his mind is "desolate".
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting,
Porphyrogene!
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.