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Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe. DAGUERREOTYPE _J. Cooper_ xvii
THE RAVEN.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each
purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors
never felt before.
JOHN TENNIEL _J. Cooper_ 1
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.
JOHN TENNIEL _J. Cooper_ 3
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by
these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories
of Lenore!”
JOHN TENNIEL _J. Cooper_ 6
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,
still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my
chamber door.
JOHN TENNIEL _J. Cooper_ 8
LENORE.
The life upon her yellow hair, but not within
her eyes—
The life still there, upon her hair—the death
upon her eyes.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 9
The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope,
that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should
have been thy bride.
FELIX DARLEY _J. Cooper_ 11
THE COLISEUM.
But stay! these walls—these ivy-clad arcades—
These mouldering plinths—these sad and
blackened shafts.
JASPER CROPSEY _W. J. Linton_ 13
TO HELEN.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, ...
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light.
BIRKET FOSTER _W. T. Green_ 17
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 19
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 21
ULALUME.
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
JASPER CROPSEY _W. J. Linton_ 23
That I brought a dread burden down here—
On this night of all nights in the year.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 27
THE BELLS.
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells! FELIX DARLEY _J. Cooper_ 30
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 32