"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!" 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. Aн, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! i "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 Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong! The sweet Lenore hath " 'gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride 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 Pean of old days! "Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, "Should catch the note, 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 Heaven." HYMN. Ar morn-at noon-at twilight dim— Darkly my Present and my Past, A VALENTINE. For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando— Still form a synonym for Truth.-Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. [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.] THE COLISEUM. TYPE of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! Here, where a hero fell, a column falls! Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair |