The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher. This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundreds of essays and book reviews. He is widely acknowledged as the inventor of the modern detective story and an innovator in the science fiction genre, but he made his living as America’s first great literary critic and theoretician. Poe’s reputation today rests primarily on his tales of terror as well as on his haunting lyric poetry.
Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. But much of what we know about Poe is wrong, the product of a biography written by one of his enemies in an attempt to defame the author’s name.
The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. Edgar was the second of three children. His other brother William Henry Leonard Poe would also become a poet before his early death, and Poe’s sister Rosalie Poe would grow up to teach penmanship at a Richmond girls’ school. Within three years of Poe’s birth both of his parents had died, and he was taken in by the wealthy tobacco merchant John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan in Richmond, Virginia while Poe’s siblings went to live with other families. Mr. Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. Early poetic verses found written in a young Poe’s handwriting on the backs of Allan’s ledger sheets reveal how little interest Poe had in the tobacco business.
Bridal Ballad is one of Poe’s poems that left me conflicted. In truth, it’s a three-point-five-star rating that I rounded down. I enjoyed this one, it flowed well and kept me hooked, but I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as I’ve enjoyed other poems from the author. It’s worth a read for anyone interested in Poe’s poetry, but it’s not my favourite.
Poeathon is now well and truly into its third day. (One of my reading rules is never to read the same author twice in succession so this means Poe is only every other "book" read) I digress again, this is a beautiful little poem. Even though you can hardly call of these works books, despite it counting as books on the Goodreads tally, they are still valuable works and I am pleased we can discuss and think about each work individually.
I enjoyed this one quite a lot but this one wasn’t that good in the end. Which really leaves me conflicted.
The writing style was pretty basic in this one, you will get the Edgar Allan Poe vibe to it but Edgar Allan Poe was able to do a much better work than this one.
In the end this one is a short and enjoyable read.
The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell- For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now.
But he spoke to re-assure me, And he kissed my pallid brow, While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me, Thinking him dead D'Elormie, "Oh, I am happy now!"
And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Here is a ring, as token That I am happy now!
Would God I could awaken! For I dream I know not how! And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken,- Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now.
Wow! That's the first thing you've probably said after reading the title. To be in a good hour for both the bride and groom! Oh, just stay a minute, you don't know Mr. Poe, this lady loved a young soldier, who died in a battle, and now she's marrying another man! No problem, it's just the author and his vision... The Bridal Ballad was published for the first time on January 1837, by the Southern Literary Messenger.