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The theme within the poem is that humans cannot perceive dimensions, unaware of the real Dream-Land that exists. Another theme and deeper meaning into the poem is how a place so desolate and eerily mystical provides solace for the miserable world in which Poe lived. He says, "For the heart whose woes are legion 'Tis a peaceful, soothing region." In 1845 and 1846, the time when Dream-Land was written, Poe was fraught with low wages, debt, his wife's deteriorating health, and circulating rumors of an affair. These events likely caused him to begin thinking and deeply writing about the afterlife, death, and the people he has loss throughout. The poem is structured into six stanzas, almost ballad-like. There is also a rhyme scheme of A-A-B-B-C-C. These both give the poem a story-like feel, as Poe vividly takes the reader into this other dimension. 

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The theme within the poem is that humans cannot perceive dimensions, unaware of the real Dream-Land that exists. Another theme and deeper meaning into the poem is how a place so desolate and eerily mystical provides solace for the miserable world in which Poe lived. He says, "For the heart whose woes are legion 'Tis a peaceful, soothing region." In 1845 and 1846, the time when Dream-Land was written, Poe was fraught with low wages, debt, his wife's deteriorating health, and circulating rumors of an affair. These events likely caused him to begin thinking and deeply writing about the afterlife, death, and the people he has loss throughout. The poem is structured into six stanzas, almost ballad-like. There is also a rhyme scheme of A-A-B-B-C-C. These both give the poem a story-like feel, as Poe vividly takes the reader into this other dimension. 

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The theme of the poem is that human beings are small and insignificant creatures. Poe believes that our lives are only dreams, each moment only a picture in our heads. The speaker states, "All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream." The poem is structured into two stanzas, the first with eleven lines; the second with thirteen. Additionally, the rhyme scheme goes A-A-B-B-C-C. The meaning behind the poem shows that all the happy moments that we have throughout life are only bound to be taken from you, showing Poe's deep depression. He says, "O God! can I not save / One from the pitiless wave? / Is that all we see or seem / But a dream within a dream?" He was so desperate to save just one, small memory of joy, but life won't allow him to. The poem was published the same year as Poe's death, 1849, which can even hauntingly foretell his death within the midst of misery. 

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The theme of the poem is that human beings are small and insignificant creatures. Poe believes that our lives are only dreams, each moment only a picture in our heads. The speaker states, "All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream." The poem is structured into two stanzas, the first with eleven lines; the second with thirteen. Additionally, the rhyme scheme goes A-A-B-B-C-C. The meaning behind the poem shows that all the happy moments that we have throughout life are only bound to be taken from you, showing Poe's deep depression. He says, "O God! can I not save / One from the pitiless wave? / Is that all we see or seem / But a dream within a dream?" He was so desperate to save just one, small memory of joy, but life won't allow him to. The poem was published the same year as Poe's death, 1849, which can even hauntingly foretell his death within the midst of misery. 

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1. Imagery: the descriptive language used in literature to recreate sensory experiences
- "...an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright..." (Stanza 1, Poe)
- An Eidolon is a spirit of a person who has died, and showing that his name his Night and that he powerfully reigns from his black throne over Dream-Land paints a haunting image.
2. Rhyme: when the sounds of their accented vowels and all succeeding sounds are identical
- "Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire" (Stanza 2, Poe)
- The rhyme scheme in the poem is A-A-B-B-C-C, which gives the poem the dream-like feel that Poe speaks of since the rhymes are occurring so quickly.
3. Speaker: the voice that "talks" to the reader
- "I have wandered home but newly" (Stanza 6, Poe)
- Here, the speaker directly tells the reader that he himself has seen the lands that he's spoken of.

4. Connotation: an association that a word calls to mind in addition to its dictionary meaning
- "From an ultimate dim Thule" (Stanza 1, Poe)
- Thule can refer to a distant, mystical place beyond the borders of the known world.
5. Anaphora: the deliberate repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of several successive verses, clauses or paragraphs
- "By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright" (Stanza 6, Poe)
- This is the same line that the speaker stated at the beginning, and he states it again at the end of the poem to show that he has, as a matter of fact, seen this Dream-Land for himself.
6. Symbol: a person, place, object, or activity that stands for something beyond itself
- "There the traveller meets aghast Sheeted Memories of the Past" (Stanza 4, Poe)
- Sheeted Memories of the Past is capitalized, showing that it is an actual being. Sheeted Memories of the Past symbolizes the speaker's memories of his past, including his dearest friends who have died that he now sees in the Dream-Land.

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1. Imagery: the descriptive language used in literature to recreate sensory experiences
- "I stand amid the roar / Of a surf-tormented shore" (Lines 12-13, Poe)
- This line also serves as a symbol of the chaos and unpredictability of life, but the reader can also explicitly visualize the vast and raging sea that Poe vividly describes.
2. Aphorism: a general truth or observation about life
- "All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream." (Lines 10-11, Poe)
- The speaker believes that life is nothing but a dream, nothing more than a series of images that are not real.
3. Symbol: a person, place, object or activity that stands for something beyond itself
- "Grains of the golden sand - How few! Yet how they creep / Through my fingers to the deep" (Lines 15-16, Poe)
- The grains of golden sand symbolize the moments within the speaker's life in which he felt true happiness. He says there are very few of them, but they are somehow pulled into the vast ocean of his life's challenges, showing that the good moments and pleasures he's experienced only go to be taken away from him and never given back.
4. Speaker: the voice that "talks" to the reader
- "O God! can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp?" (Lines 19-20, Poe)
- The speaker directly asks God why he cannot hold on to these good moments tighter, showing his misery and agony.
5. Personification: when a nonhuman object is given human characteristics
- "...the pitiless wave?" (Line 22, Poe)
- Poe refers to the wave from the sea he described as 'pitiless,' showing that life's obstacles are pitliess for all people.
6. Repetition: a technique in which a sound, word, phrase or line is repeated for emphasis or unity
- "While I weep - While I weep! (Line 18, Poe)
- The repetition renforces the sentiment of sadness the speaker feels since he is losing his happiness.

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No author. "Poe's Biography." Poe Museum.

No author. "Edgar Allan Poe - Poet." Academy of American Poets.

No author. "Edgar Allan Poe." Poetry Foundation."

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Edgar Allan Poe

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    By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only,    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,    On a black throne reigns upright,    I have reached these lands but newly    From an ultimate dim Thule --    From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,          Out of SPACE -- out of TIME.    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,    With forms that no man can discover    For the dews that drip all over;    Mountains toppling evermore    Into seas without a shore;    Seas that restlessly aspire,    Surging, unto skies of fire;    Lakes that endlessly outspread    Their lone waters -- lone and dead, --    Their still waters -- still and chilly    With the snows of the lolling lily.    By the lakes that thus outspread    Their lone waters, lone and dead, --    Their sad waters, sad and chilly    With the snows of the lolling lily, --    By the mountains -- near the river    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --    By the grey woods, -- by the swamp    Where the toad and the newt encamp, --    By the dismal tarns and pools            Where dwell the Ghouls, --    By each spot the most unholy --    In each nook most melancholy, --    There the traveller meets aghast    Sheeted Memories of the Past --    Shrouded forms that start and sigh    As they pass the wanderer by --    White-robed forms of friends long given,    In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.    For the heart whose woes are legion    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region --    For the spirit that walks in shadow    'Tis -- oh 'tis an Eldorado!    But the traveller, travelling through it,    May not -- dare not openly view it;    Never its mysteries are exposed    To the weak human eye unclosed;    So wills its King, who hath forbid    The uplifting of the fringed lid;    And thus the sad Soul that here passes    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.    By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only,     Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,    On a black throne reigns upright,    I have wandered home but newly    From this ultimate dim Thule. 

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    By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only,    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,    On a black throne reigns upright,    I have reached these lands but newly    From an ultimate dim Thule --    From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,          Out of SPACE -- out of TIME.    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,    With forms that no man can discover    For the dews that drip all over;    Mountains toppling evermore    Into seas without a shore;    Seas that restlessly aspire,    Surging, unto skies of fire;    Lakes that endlessly outspread    Their lone waters -- lone and dead, --    Their still waters -- still and chilly    With the snows of the lolling lily.    By the lakes that thus outspread    Their lone waters, lone and dead, --    Their sad waters, sad and chilly    With the snows of the lolling lily, --    By the mountains -- near the river    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --    By the grey woods, -- by the swamp    Where the toad and the newt encamp, --    By the dismal tarns and pools            Where dwell the Ghouls, --    By each spot the most unholy --    In each nook most melancholy, --    There the traveller meets aghast    Sheeted Memories of the Past --    Shrouded forms that start and sigh    As they pass the wanderer by --    White-robed forms of friends long given,    In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.    For the heart whose woes are legion    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region --    For the spirit that walks in shadow    'Tis -- oh 'tis an Eldorado!    But the traveller, travelling through it,    May not -- dare not openly view it;    Never its mysteries are exposed    To the weak human eye unclosed;    So wills its King, who hath forbid    The uplifting of the fringed lid;    And thus the sad Soul that here passes    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.    By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only,     Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,    On a black throne reigns upright,    I have wandered home but newly    From this ultimate dim Thule. 

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Edgar Allan Poe

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Take this kiss upon the brow! / And, in parting from you now / Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong who deem / That my days have been a dream; / Yet if Hope has flown away / In a night, or in a day, / In a vision, or in none, / Is it therefore the less gone? / All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream. / I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore / I hold within my hand / Grains of the golden sand - How few! Yet how they creep / Through my fingers to the deep / While I weep - While I weep! O God! Can I no grasp them with a tighter clasp? / O God! can I not save / One from the pitiless wave? / Is that all we see or seem / But a dream within a dream?

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Take this kiss upon the brow! / And, in parting from you now / Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong who deem / That my days have been a dream; / Yet if Hope has flown away / In a night, or in a day, / In a vision, or in none, / Is it therefore the less gone? / All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream. / I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore / I hold within my hand / Grains of the golden sand - How few! Yet how they creep / Through my fingers to the deep / While I weep - While I weep! O God! Can I no grasp them with a tighter clasp? / O God! can I not save / One from the pitiless wave? / Is that all we see or seem / But a dream within a dream?

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was one of the most superb writers in history, influencing the world of literature to this day. Poe had a rough childhood, his parents both dying within his first three years and alive, and growing up poor as a teen. He then began seriously writing at the age of 18, getting his first book "Tamerlane" published.

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was one of the most superb writers in history, influencing the world of literature to this day. Poe had a rough childhood, his parents both dying within his first three years and alive, and growing up poor as a teen. He then began seriously writing at the age of 18, getting his first book "Tamerlane" published.