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Analysis of A Dream Within A Dream...
Posted by: AlexF. (---.249.99.79.Dial1.Washington2.Level3.net)
Date: October 16, 2021 11:02AM

Hi, for homework my assignment was to write a summary on "A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe and then write an analysis about it. First off.. I need help figuring out what the message of this poem is. Second, I need to find out the different stylistic elements is in the poem (i.e. diction, syntax, etc...) Help anyone??

Re: Analysis of A Dream Within A Dream...
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: October 16, 2021 11:39AM

Alex, go here:

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Les



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Re: The Conquor Worm by Poe
Posted by: Idalid (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: October 19, 2021 05:17PM

I most hummbly ask for a interpation of this poem and why the worm was named a hero at the end of the poem. thank you.

Re: The Conquor Worm by Poe
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 19, 2021 06:05PM

The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe

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 Woe!

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.


Poe is talking about death. The worm is the one that eats you when you've been buried.

pam



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