The Divine Right Of Kings

The only king by right divine

Is Ellen King, and were she mine

I'd strive for liberty no more,

But hug the glorious chains I wore.

Her bosom is an ivory throne,

Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ;

No subject vice dare interfere,

To check the power that governs here.

O! would she deign to rule my fate,

I'd worship Kings and kingly state,

And hold this maxim all life long,

The King — my King — can do no wrong.

Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (born January 19, 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.—died October 7, 1849, Baltimore, Maryland) American short-story writer, poet, critic, and editor who is famous for his cultivation of mystery and the macabre. His tale “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” (1841) initiated the modern detective story, and the atmosphere in his tales of horror is unrivaled in American fiction. His “The Raven” (1845) numbers among the best-known poems in the national literature. His imaginative storytelling and tales of mystery and horror gave birth to the modern detective story. Many of Poe’s works, including “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Raven,” and “The Fall of the House of Usher,” became literary classics. Some aspects of Poe’s life, like his literature, are shrouded in mystery, and the lines between fact and fiction have been blurred substantially since his death in 1849 at age 40.

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