Edgar Allen Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1809, on January 19. Even as a child, Poe's life was full of death and grief, having seen both his parents die when he was only three years old and the subsequent losses he would face, Poe was born into a family as the second child of three with an ensemble of traveling actors as parents and had two other siblings William Poe, his older brother and Rosalie Poe, his younger sister who, after the death of their parents, were divided into different families. Poe himself was transferred to Richmond, Virginia with John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan where he grew up being forced to join the lives of Virginia gentlemen and become involved in business. For Poe, business was never intriguing, in fact it was the opposite as there were some (the first poetic verses found in the handwriting of a young Poe on the backs of ledger sheets of Allan reveal Poe's lack of interest in the tobacco trade). Instead of Allan's idea for The Life of Poe Poe himself wanted to be a poet like Lord Byron who had been a childhood hero to him. In this way Poe could have succeeded even at an early age, at the age of thirteen Poe had written so many poems that he could have made a book out of them, but he was turned down by Allan after Poe's manager had advised against it. (In 1826, Poe left his home in Richmond and went to the University of Virginia where he excelled in his studies, but ran into the problem of not having even a third of what he needed to attend school during the year After realizing he would not have enough money, Poe took up gambling to support himself and by the end of the first term, he was burning his own. furniture just to keep warm.) Back home in Richmond, Poe went to see his fiancée only to be heard. ..... middle of paper...... I made the lantern carefully - oh, so carefully -- carefully (for the hinges creaked) -- I undid it so much that one thin ray fell on the eye of the vulture. And I did this for seven long nights – each night just at midnight – but I found the eye still closed; and therefore it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man that vexed me, but his evil eye.") "The Raven" was published in 1845 by the "New York Evening Mirror." In this dark and morbid poem, Poe reflects his own life tumultuous and difficult. Showing his pain and sorrow (It was a dreary night, when I pondered weak and tired, on many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten traditions, while I nodded, almost taking a nap. , suddenly there was a tapping sound, as if someone was gently knocking, knocking on my bedroom door. "It's a visitor," I muttered, "knocking on my bedroom door - Only this, and nothing. moreover..