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Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "The Conqueror Worm", is about human mortality. It also deals with the inevitability that death is coming everybody's way. In the play,  human life is dealt with on a universal level. It means more and it is a way of life. "That motley drama- oh, be sure, It shall not be forgot! " (17-18). In this poem the worm is representing death. The theme of the poem that is trying to be displayed would be that death is able to conquer all. "While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm, That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm." (39-42). The poem is containing five stanzas and each stanza has eight lines. Rhyme is portrayed throughout the entire play. The historical context of this poem is that death is coming and when it does just be prepared.

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Literary Terms for "The Conquering Worm"

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Literary Terms for "The Conquering Worm"

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Rhyme: (of a word, syllable, or line) have or end with a sound that corresponds to another.

"That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings, Invisible Wo!" ( 14-16).

Repetition: The action of repeating something that has already been said or written.

"It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs" (29)

Personification: The attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.

"While the orchestra breathes fitfully. The music of the spheres." (7-8

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Edgar Allan Poe was born on January 19, 1809 and died on October 7, 1849. He was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Both of Poe's parents were professional actors, and both died before he was the age of three. Without the help of his biological parents Edgar grew up to become a writer, poet, critic, as well as an editor. Part of the reason Edgar is such a well known author is because his foster parents, John and Frances Allan, took good care of him and sent him to some of the best boarding schools where he learned more than he ever could anywhere else. After he was old enough to go to college he attended the University of Virginia He has had a multitude of achievements in the time he lived. His stories and poems consisted of horror and mystery. His genre of writing was what made him popular, especially in today's modern times.

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Couplet- a pair of rhyming lines written in the same meter.

“From the torrent, or the fountain --From the red cliff of the mountain –“(13-14)

Imagery- is the descriptive language used in literature to recreate sensory experiences relating to sight, taste, touch, hearing and smell.
“From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold “( 15-16)

Structure- is the way in which the parts of literary work are put together.

“My sorrow -- I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone –“ (6-7)

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Published 1843

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

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Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, “Alone”, circles around his childhood and his life. Throughout the play, he talks about his life growing up and describes how he was alone. Poe states, “And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone –.“(8) The structure of Poe’s poem is 22 lines long and has one stanza. When you get towards the end of the poem, lines 13-15, the lines all start with the word from. “From the torrent, or the fountain -- From the red cliff of the mountain -- From the sun that 'round me roll'd”(13-15) Poe also does this multiple times throughout his poem in lines 3-3 and lines 6-7. The meaning of the poem “Alone” is to inform and to share his life with the reader through the poem. Poe says, “From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring.”(1-3) The historical context of this poem is  a reflection on his own life, as he tells us about the hardships that he faced as he grew up.

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Published in 1875

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view –