The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Than to love and be loved by me.
‘Annabel Lee’ (1849)
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love which was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee.
‘Annabel Lee’ (1849)
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
‘Annabel Lee’ (1849)
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells.
‘The Bells’ (1849) st. 1
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
‘A Dream within a Dream’ (1849)
The fever called ‘Living’
Is conquered at last.
‘For Annie’ (1849)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
‘The Raven’ (1845) st. 1
Eagerly I wished the morrow,—vainly had I sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
‘The Raven’ (1845) st. 2
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’.
‘The Raven’ (1845) st. 17
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore