Edgar Allan Poe: by Conner, Jon B., Brianna, and Jason

Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1809. His horror stories terrified his generation, and his experiences gave him the perfect mind for horror. His mother died of tuberculosis when Edgar Poe was only two years old, with the poor boy watching his mother slowly die. He was taken by his father , and got a classical education in both England and Scotland from 1815 to 1820, (his father owned a very successful tobacco farm). Sadly, the same wealth that gave him an education also made his life horrible

Edgar Allan Poe as a child

When it came time for Poe to go to college, he went to the brand new Richmond University. Sadly, while at college, Edgar Allan Poe's stepmother died, and his father's secret jealousy of his son's knowledge came out. The angry man stopped paying for school supplies, and Edgar Allan Poe was reduced to gambling for food and supplies. The college soon figured out Poe was gambling, and even though his literature and illustrations modeled his professor's skills, Richmond had zero tolerance for underage gambling. Poe had a sad life , which included:
  • His mother's death
  • His father's jealously
  • A lonely school life
  • Being kicked out of school because of fights
  • Finding his true love got engaged while Poe was in college.

After finding out his love was engaged, Poe joined the military around 1827. After seeing the horror of war with his own eyes, Poe wrote his first collection of poems, "Al Aaraff, Tamerlane, and Other Minor Poems " In 1829. While Poe displayed the truth, most people disregarded this collection because the truth, (in this case) was indeed too hard to handle. He left the military soon after writing these poems, and went to New York to start following his heart and write. After writing, Poe moved to Maryland in 1833, where he won a sum of $50 for MS. In a Bottle. In 1835, Poe got a job at the Southern Literary Messenger as an editor in Richmond. During this period, Poe was known as a fierce review writer, but best for Poe, he got married to his 13 year old love, Virginia.

Edgar Allan Poe as an adult

Poe seemed to be a lucky man at the time. His loving wife was someone that he loved just as much, and she always egged him on to do better. With the help of Virginia, Poe even got a job in government, (although he was later kicked out for selling magazine subscriptions). After Poe was fired from his job as a writer for the Southern Literary Messenger, he was able to continue writing poems for a living. He began writing hits such as The Fall of the House of Usher, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and The Gold Bug, (which one him $100 from a Philadelphia newspaper. In 1845, though, Poe would finally be famous.

Before fame, though, tragedy struck. Virginia died of tubercliosis, and Poe dived into a depressive state, (only for a while, though). In the same year, Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven, and he earned instant fame. Everyone in his area wanted to hear him read, and children would flap their wings up and down the street trying to get Poe's attention. After The Raven, however, Poe did not have
much success, and he died on October 7, 1849 in Baltimore, Maryland.

Poe's original tombstone
Poe is one of the most famous poets of all time. He is remembered today by his own museum, statues, and even an NFL football team, (the Baltimore Ravens). His effect on literature and on the mind of every who has read his stories will last for the rest of time.

Hamilton, Diane M. Man Shadow. 2011. Photograph. Integral Options Cafe. Http:integral-options.blogspot.com/2011_02_13_archive.html, 19 Feb. 2011. Web. 13 Dec. 2011

Biography Network. Edgar Allan Poe//. http://www.biography.com/people/edgar-allan-poe-9443160. Web 15 Dec 2011.



Edgar Allan Poe: Eldorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant night
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
But he grew old --
This knight so bold --
And -- o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like El Dorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow --
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be --
This land of El Dorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied --
"If you seek for El Dorado."