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“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked,
upstarting“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian
shore ! 'Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath
spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken !-quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off
Quoth the Raven, “ Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore ! LENORE.
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever !
“Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her
pride, “And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her—that she
died ! “ How shall the ritual, then, be read ?—the requiem how be sung “By you—by yours, the evil eye,—by yours, the slanderous
tongue “ That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ?”
Peccavimus ; but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
“ Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, “But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days! “Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, "Should catch tủe notė, as it doth float up from the damnéd
Earth. “To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is
riven“From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
At morn—at noon—at twilight dim-
Future radiant shine
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Divine-a talisman-an amulet
The words—the syllables ! Do not forget
labor ! And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Of poets, by poets—as the name is a poet's, too.
Like the knight Pinto-Mendez FerdinandoStill form a synonym for Truth.—Cease trying ! You will not read the riddle, though you
do the best
you [To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name will thus appear.]
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Here, where a hero fell, a column falls !