Ellie+C.+Edgar+Allan+Poe

Did you know that i wrote more than 66 stories and 36 poems? Was named after William Shakespeare's play //King Lear?// That I am haunted by a creepy black raven? Hello. I am Edgar Allan Poe. I was born to this world on January 9th, 1809, in Boston, Massachusets. My parents, both traveling actors, were very poor. My mother's name was Elizabeth Hopkins Poe, And my father's name was David Poe Jr. I had an older brother named William Poe. I think, because i was named after Shakespeare's play, that my older brother was named after William Shakespeare himself. My younger sisters name was Rosalie Poe, and she was only one year younger than myself. I was born a happy child. My friends said i had a good soul and a kind heart. But, when I was young, my life's fate took a somber turn. My father left our family when Rosalie was just born, in the year of 1810. I was only an infant. Shortly after,in 1811, my sweet mother was stolen by the angels. She died a gruesome death, that still haunts me... lingering across my mind every so often. I was then fostered by a wealthy merchant named John Allan. I lived a good life with him and his wife, spoiled but aggressively disciplined. I added the name Allan onto Edgar Poe, making it Edgar Allan Poe. Some believe that John only fostered me to impress his wife, a good woman. They enrolled me at Chelsea Boarding School in New England and a Scotish grammar school in 1815. After becoming a very skilled poet, i attended the University of Virginia in 1826. But i was poor, and in knee high debt. I begged John Allan to help me pay it off. Under this weight, i did a very foolish thing. I began to gamble and try to win some money. But, i lost horrificly. Once again, i begged John Allan for a loan. Unfortunately, he would not sacrifice a penny. This only put me under greater pressure. I was poor. Hungry. Lonely. What could a young adult like me ever possibly do? Well, i'll tell you what I did. Drink, that's what I did. Drink and Drink Drink. The alchohol overload was not good for me. John was dissapointed. He forced me to withdraw from the university- in just the second term. After this failure of a college, i was recruited in the U.S. army. I enrolled with the fake name of Edgar A. Perry. I served two good years as a seargant major. I also started to catch up on my literary skills. I was a good seargant and served some good terms. But in 1828, i was caught lacking on my duties, procrastinating for poetry. They told me to go home and pack my bags. Meanwhile, my foster mother, John Allans' wife, was dying. i never got notified of this horrible news. she was the one who really loved me. Her Dying wish was for John to be kinder to me. So, John Allan helped me get home from the army. He had a strange period of " Ok, you Gotta Be Nice to Eddy!" But- his love was not genuine. i could see right through him- see his __true__ colors- black. Black and Gray. Especially at the end of his little period- when he disowned me. I went to live with my aunt Maria Clemm and her daughter, Virginia Clemm. When i lived with them, I worked as a magazine editor. But many times, I was caught drunk in the streets by my boss and fired. In 1836 I married Virginia Clemm, my cousin. She was 13 and I was 27. Although we had no children, loved her very much, and we had a good marriage. In 1840, Virginia started showing signs of Tuberculosis. It got very severe. Then she was cured! Then it came back. Then it got very much worse. for seven years Virginia and i went through this pattern. Unfortunately, it 1847, she passed away at the young age of 24, due to her Tuberculosis. Maria and I were heartbroken. I started my drinking period again. the next two years of my life were pretty much spent drunk. In 1849, I was found drunk, wandering the streets of Baltimore, Massachussets. I spent three days in the hospital. On October 7, 1849, Edgar Allan Poe died, because of Brain Congestion. But, just because I was gone from Earth, many great things happened to my name. For instance, the Raven poem is one of the most famous in the world. It is about me in my home when a raven comes a rapping at my chamber door. I ask him questions if I will be reunited with my love. but for each question, the raven simply concludes "nevermore." I am left with his curse. Another popular poem that I wrote is a dream within a dream. It is about me slipping away from reality. In 1910, I joined the U.S.A. Hall Of Fame for being the first American to try and make a living out of writing itself, inventing the horror/mystery genre, and, of course, my many poems and stories.

so... 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? is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

thank you for listening to my speech! My name is Ellie cassedy and i am in mrs. husters homeroom.