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Edgar Allan Poe. AL 2975.332 HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVA ACADE VE DS ECCLES THE BEQUEST OF EVERT JANSEN WENDELL OF NEW YORK 1918 THE RAVEN BY EDGAR ALLAN POE MART ARTI et VERITATI. ( CLASS OF 1882 ) Richard G. Badger & Co.
Edgar Allan Poe. AL 2975.332 HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVA ACADE VE DS ECCLES THE BEQUEST OF EVERT JANSEN WENDELL OF NEW YORK 1918 THE RAVEN BY EDGAR ALLAN POE MART ARTI et VERITATI. ( CLASS OF 1882 ) Richard G. Badger & Co.
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... HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY MIAE WAT ACADE CHRISTO VARDIANAL ET VERI DS INNOV THE BEQUEST OF EVERT JANSEN WENDELL OF NEW YORK ་ THE RAVEN BY EDGAR ALLAN POE ARTI et VERITATI MA. ( CLASS OF 1882 ) Richard G. Badger & Co. 1918.
... HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY MIAE WAT ACADE CHRISTO VARDIANAL ET VERI DS INNOV THE BEQUEST OF EVERT JANSEN WENDELL OF NEW YORK ་ THE RAVEN BY EDGAR ALLAN POE ARTI et VERITATI MA. ( CLASS OF 1882 ) Richard G. Badger & Co. 1918.
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... EVERT JANSEN WENDELL 1918 THE COVER DESIGN IS BY MR . FRANK BIRD MASTERS , THE PAGE DECORATION BY MR . THEODORE BROWN HAPGOOD , JR . COPYRIGHT 1898 BY RICHARD G. BADGER & CO . I. ONCE upon a midnight dreary , While I pondered THE COVER ...
... EVERT JANSEN WENDELL 1918 THE COVER DESIGN IS BY MR . FRANK BIRD MASTERS , THE PAGE DECORATION BY MR . THEODORE BROWN HAPGOOD , JR . COPYRIGHT 1898 BY RICHARD G. BADGER & CO . I. ONCE upon a midnight dreary , While I pondered THE COVER ...
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Page v - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Page i - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page xiii - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page xxxiii - 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 my door!
Page xxxv - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page xxvii - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page xv - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!
Page xix - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page xxiii - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page ix - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.