- A dark unfathomed tide Imitation
- Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Lenore
- At midnight in the month of June, The Sleeper
- At morn—at noon—at twilight dim— Hymn
- Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, To My Mother
- Beloved! amid the earnest woes To F⸺
- By a route obscure and lonely, Dreamland
- Dim vales—and shadowy floods— Fairyland
- Elizabeth it is in vain you say An Acrostic
- Elizabeth—it surely is most fit Elizabeth
- Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, To Zante
- Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow To the River ⸻
- For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, A Valentine
- From childhood’s hour I have not been Alone
- Gayly bedight, Eldorado
- Hear the sledges with the bells— The Bells
- Helen, thy beauty is to me To Helen
- How shall the burial rite be read? A Paean
- I dwelt alone Eulalie
- I heed not that my earthly lot To ⸻
- I saw thee on thy bridal day— Song
- I saw thee once—once only—years ago: To Helen
- In Heaven a spirit doth dwell Israfel
- In spring of youth it was my lot The Lake
- In the greenest of our valleys The Haunted Palace
- In visions of the dark night A Dream
- In youth I have known one with whom the Earth Stanzas
- It was many and many a year ago, Annabel Lee
- Kind solace in a dying hour! Tamerlane
- Lo! ’tis a gala night The Conqueror Worm
- Lo! Death has reared himself a throne The City in the Sea
- Not long ago, the writer of these lines, To Marie Louise
- O! nothing earthly save the ray Al Aaraaf
- Of all who hail thy presence as the morning— To Marie Louise (Shew)
- Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! Dreams
- Once it smiled a silent dell The Valley of Unrest
- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, The Raven
- Romance, who loves to nod and sing, Romance
- Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Sonnet—To Science
- “Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce, An Enigma
- So sweet the hour—so calm the time, Serenade
- Take this kiss upon the brow! A Dream Within a Dream
- Thank Heaven! the crisis— For Annie
- The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see To ⸻
- The happiest day—the happiest hour “The Happiest Day”
- The ring is on my hand, The Bridal Ballad
- The skies they were ashen and sober; Ulalume
- There are some qualities—some incorporate things, Silence
- Thou wast all that to me, love, To One in Paradise
- Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart To Frances S. Osgood
- Thy soul shall find itself alone Spirits of the Dead
- ’Twas noontide of summer, Evening Star
- Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary The Coliseum
All poets.