—“Here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there, and nothing more.” H. Claudius.
“Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared
to dream before.”
“‘Surely,’ said I, ’surely
that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.’”
“Open here I flung the shutter.” T. Johnson.
Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he.”
“Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”
“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.’”
“Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself
Fancy unto fancy.” R. Schelling.
“But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight
She shall press, ah, nevermore!”
“‘Wretch,’ I cried, ’thy God
hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!’”
“On this home by Horror haunted.” R. Staudenbaur.
me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!’”
“’Tell this soul with sorrow laden if,
within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.’”
“‘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!’”
“And my soul from out that shadow that lies
floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!”
The secret of the Sphinx. R. Staudenbaur.