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id: 11249
author: Cody, Sherwin
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title:
  Four Famous American Writers: Washington Irving, Edgar Allan Poe, James Russell Lowell, Bayard Taylor A Book for Young Americans

summary:
  Of course he was not a philosopher; but he wrote some things in that book which were destined afterward to be accepted by such great men as Darwin and Huxley and many others. As we slowly floated along, I lay on the deck and watched them through a long summer's day, undergoing a thousand mutations under the magical effects of atmosphere; sometimes seeming to approach, at other times to recede; now almost melting into hazy distance, now burnished by the hazy sun, until, in the evening, they printed themselves against the glowing sky in the deep purple of an Italian landscape.


id: 33930
author: Weiss, Susan Archer Talley
title: The Home Life of Poe
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summary:
  I can recall Mrs. Young as a large, fair woman with golden hair; but my most distinct recollection is of Mrs. Poe. Mr. and Mrs. Poe had taken lodgings in this garret with a little boy and girl and an old Welsh nurse.


id: 23234
author: Dargan, Olive Tilford
title: Semiramis, and Other Plays
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summary:
  I will say a few things to Helen about meeting Mr. Poe in Europe--and--you know-- Mrs. Tru. Mrs. Del. I told you about meeting Mr. Poe last summer in Normandy.


id: 17389
author: Stanard, Mary Newton
title: The Dreamer: A Romantic Rendering of the Life-Story of Edgar Allan Poe
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summary:
  The denizens of old Stoke-Newington gazed upon this prosperous trio with frank curiosity; the reader has already recognized John Allan and his wife, Frances, and little Edgar Poe--their adopted child. As a child, she had played with Mr. Allan's father on their native heath, in Ayrshire, and to her, little Edgar was always her ain wee laddie.


