Shall be lifted--nevermore!
[Illustration: The Raven]
_TO ONE IN PARADISE_
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream to bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"--but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more--no more--no more--"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
[Illustration: To One in Paradise]
Ah, 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?--weep now or nevermore!
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 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
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! avaunt! 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!
Let no bell toll, then,--lest her soul,
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when, of course, some little danger is to be apprehended.Page 37
As soon as he fairly settled himself, he commenced an oration, which, no doubt,.Page 38
I received a terrible beating--after which I rolled under a sofa and lay still.Page 44
"Let us suppose now you have determined upon your incidents and tone.Page 48
Bulls they bellowed.Page 56
Dogless, niggerless, headless, what now remains for the unhappy Signora Psyche Zenobia? Alas--nothing! I have done.Page 65
He places his head upon the pillow.Page 68
The friend produces it from his escritoire, and is in the act of reaching it to the diddler, when up jumps the diddler's dog and devours it forthwith.Page 88
Here we were permitted to have glass windows--even to have them open--and something like a distinct view of the country was attainable.Page 119
There _was_ a primness, not to say stiffness, in his carriage--a degree of measured, and, if I may so express it, of rectangular precision, attending his every movement, which, observed in a more diminutive figure, would have had the least little savor in the world, of affectation, pomposity or constraint, but which noticed in a gentleman of his undoubted dimensions, was readily placed to the account of reserve, _hauteur_--of a commendable sense, in short, of what is due to the dignity of colossal proportion.Page 125
There isn't Bonfanti's equal, however, in America, for really good articles of this description.Page 134
the governor had signed the bill, I invested my whole estate in the purchase of Toms and Tabbies.Page 142
emanation of God, but which still is Nature, in the sense that it is the handiwork of the angels that hover between man and God.Page 148
The spectators are now satisfied that the whole of the box is exposed to view--and exposed too, all portions of it at one and the same time.Page 165
But at this point our mathematicians paused.Page 177
It oppressed us with a hideous novelty of emotion.Page 180
And lo! from among those sable draperies where the sounds of the song departed, there came forth a dark and undefined shadow--a shadow such as the moon, when low in heaven, might fashion from the figure of a man: but it was the shadow neither of man nor of God, nor of any familiar thing.