—“Here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there, and nothing more.”
H. Claudius.
“Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared
to dream before.”
F.S.
King.
“‘Surely,’ said I, ’surely
that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery
explore.’”
Frederick
Juengling.
“Open here I flung the shutter.”
T. Johnson.
—“A stately
Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped
or stayed he.”
R.
Staudenbaur.
“Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my
chamber door—
Perched,
and sat, and nothing more.”
R.G.
Tietze.
“Wandering from the Nightly shore.” Frederick
Juengling.
“Till I scarcely more than muttered, ’Other
friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes
have flown before.’”
Frank
French.
“Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself
to linking
Fancy unto fancy.”
R. Schelling.
“But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight
gloating o’er
She
shall press, ah, nevermore!”
George
Kruell.
“‘Wretch,’ I cried, ’thy God
hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent
thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories
of Lenore!’”
Victor
Bernstrom.
“On this home by Horror haunted.”
R. Staudenbaur.
“’Tell
me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell
me—tell me, I implore!’”
W.
Zimmermann.
“’Tell this soul with sorrow laden if,
within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name
Lenore.’”
F.S.
King.
“‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird
or fiend!’ I shrieked, upstarting.”
W.
Zimmermann.
“‘Get thee back into the tempest and the
Night’s Plutonian shore!’”
Robert
Hoskin.
“And my soul from out that shadow that lies
floating on the floor
Shall
be lifted—nevermore!”
R.G.
Tietze.
The secret of the Sphinx. R.
Staudenbaur.
