Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
Meaning of the quote
This quote is describing a person who is feeling tired and exhausted, thinking deeply in the middle of the night. The person is using poetic and imaginative language to express how they are feeling - "a midnight dreary" and "pondered weak and weary." This quote sets the scene for a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere, which is typical of the writing style of Edgar Allan Poe, a famous American poet known for his dark and mysterious themes.
About Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, and literary critic best known for his Gothic fiction and mystery stories. He is considered a central figure of Romanticism and early American literature, and is credited as the inventor of the detective fiction genre. Poe’s life and work had a significant impact on the development of literature and various other fields.
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