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The theme of this poem is essentially slipping into insanity. The entire poem is just a metaphor for a depressed person slowly slipping away from reality. The structure of the poem is that the poem is broken up in stanzas. The stanzas show different phases. The beginning shows a happy time while the end shows a more sad time.

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The theme of this poem is death is painful and inescapable but its also a twisted mystery. The poem shows themes of melancholy and hopelessness. The structure includes rhyme scheme. Most lines rhyme with the next. This goes on through the entire poem. The rhyming lines come in pairs. Two rhyme and then the next two rhyme."The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—

And the stars shall look not down

From their high thrones in the heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given—" (Poe,11-14)

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1) Personification: is when a nonhuman object is given human characteristics. "The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—

And the stars shall look not down

From their high thrones in the heaven," (Poe, 11-13) This quote shows how the author gave the stars and the night human qualities by using words like "frown" and "look down".
2) Alliteration: the repetition of initial consonant sounds of several words in a group. "Be silent in that solitude," (Poe,5) This quote shows alliteration because of the words "silent" and "solitude". The beginning of the words both start with S.
3) Mood: or atmosphere, is the feeling created by the reader by a literary work or passage. The mood is ghostly. It shows tones of melancholy and hopelessness.

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1) Metaphor: a comparison between 2 unlike things without using "like" or "as". "through the red-litten windows see" (Poe,42) This quote shows  how the windows are a metaphor for eyes. The author uses the windows or eyes to see in the palace.
2) Foreshadowing: is the use in literary works, of clues that suggest events to have yet to occur. "wanderers in that happy valley" (Poe,17) This quote shows an example of foreshadowing. This quote sounds positive so the reader infers that the rest of the poem is also positive.
3) Imagery: is the descriptive language used  in literature to recreate sensory experiences relating to sight, taste, touch, hearing, and smell. "While, like a ghastly rapid river," (Poe,45) When the author said this, a clear image of what he described comes to mind

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​On January 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Poe's father and mother, both professional actors, died before the poet was three years old. Poe excelled academically. After less than one year of school, however, he was forced to leave the university when Allan refused to pay Poe's gambling debts. In 1827, he moved to Boston and enlisted in the United States Army. His first collection of poems, Tamerlane, and Other Poems, was published that year. In 1829, he published a second collection entitled Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems. Neither volume received significant critical or public attention. Following his Army service, Poe was admitted to the United States Military Academy, but he was again forced to leave for lack of financial support. He then moved into the home of his aunt Maria Clemm and her daughter Virginia in Baltimore, Maryland.Poe began to sell short stories to magazines at around this time, and, in 1835, he became the editor of the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmon where he moved with his aunt and cousin Virginia. After Virginia's death from tuberculosis in 1847, Poe's lifelong struggle with depression and alcoholism worsened. On October 3, 1849, he was found in a state of semi-consciousness. Poe died four days later of acute congestion of the brain. Evidence by medical practitioners who reopened the case has shown that Poe may have been suffering from rabies. Today Poe is remembered as one of the first American writers to become a major figure in world literature.

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In the greenest of our valleys

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace—

Radiant palace—reared its head.

In the monarch Thought’s dominion,

It stood there!

Never seraph spread a pinion

Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,

On its roof did float and flow

(This—all this—was in the olden

Time long ago)

And every gentle air that dallied,

In that sweet day,

Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,

A wingèd odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,

Through two luminous windows, saw

Spirits moving musically

To a lute’s well-tunèd law,

Round about a throne where, sitting,

Porphyrogene!

In state his glory well befitting,

The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing

Was the fair palace door,

Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing

And sparkling evermore,

A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty

Was but to sing,

In voices of surpassing beauty,

The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,

Assailed the monarch’s high estate;

(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow

Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)

And round about his home the glory

That blushed and bloomed

Is but a dim-remembered story

Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,

Through the red-litten windows see

Vast forms that move fantastically

To a discordant melody;

While, like a ghastly rapid river,

Through the pale door

A hideous throng rush out forever,

And laugh—but smile no more.

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I

Thy soul shall find itself alone

’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

II

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness—for then

The spirits of the dead who stood

In life before thee are again

In death around thee—and their will

Shall overshadow thee: be still.

III

The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—

And the stars shall look not down

From their high thrones in the heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given—

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

IV

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne’er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more—like dew-drop from the grass.

V

The breeze—the breath of God—is still—

And the mist upon the hill,

Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token—

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!