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On this Home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I im

plore

Is there is there balm in Gilead? - tell me

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I implore!"

tell me,

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant

Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name

Lenore

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"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

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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And

my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

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H, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on the

Stygian river;

And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?

nevermore!

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See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love,

Lenore !

Come! let the burial rite be read the funeral song be

sung!

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so

young

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so

young.

"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

By you

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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, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes — The life still there, upon her hair-the death upon

her eyes.

"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan 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 damnèd 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.”

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Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe in good and ill —

Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine!

A VALENTINE.

OR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Loda,

Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines! — they hold a treasure

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That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure

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The words the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!

And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,

If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets · as the name is a poet's, too.
Its letters, although naturally lying

Like the knight Pinto Mendez Ferdinando —
Still form a synonym for Truth. Cease trying!

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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.]

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