as wewe read Mr.Edgar Allen Poe's poetry that he wrote, wewe feel this vain young-man searching for away to break free from the tradgies that he faced as a child and in his early teens, and later on in life, but the poem that i just read called: Dreams" really sums up i think what he
was truly feeling there is a maoni below the poem that i read that i think is very well put and this
is what it says: " The life of human beings, relates to something called dreams that considered as a prediction. We build our life upon it. we should have dreams with which our life become so sweet and nice
And that's not exactly how i feel when i read this poem over and over and over again, what i see and feel when i read this is a young-man who has Lost all hope in the reality that he only knows is to be true and that is his dreams and that's the only thing that he can put his faith into are those dreams that he wrote so highly about.
He wrote four poems based on his dreams and those were these right here.
1.a dream
2.a dream within a dream
3.dreamland,
4,dreams
was truly feeling there is a maoni below the poem that i read that i think is very well put and this
is what it says: " The life of human beings, relates to something called dreams that considered as a prediction. We build our life upon it. we should have dreams with which our life become so sweet and nice
And that's not exactly how i feel when i read this poem over and over and over again, what i see and feel when i read this is a young-man who has Lost all hope in the reality that he only knows is to be true and that is his dreams and that's the only thing that he can put his faith into are those dreams that he wrote so highly about.
He wrote four poems based on his dreams and those were these right here.
1.a dream
2.a dream within a dream
3.dreamland,
4,dreams
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it zaidi than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a sekunde love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the muziki of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.
I feel it zaidi than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a sekunde love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the muziki of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.