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THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTOR, LONGLAND TIL"** YOUNWATIONS

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"Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore"

" Quoth the .Raven, Nevermore.'"

THE POETICAL WORKS

OF

EDGAR ALLAN POE.

THE RAVEN.

ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,

weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten

lore; While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came

a tapping, As of some one gently rapping — rapping at my

chamber door. “ 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, “ tapping at my. chamber door;

Only this, and nothing more.”

II.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak

December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost

upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought

to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the

lost Lenore-For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore

Nameless here for evermore.

III.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple

curtain Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never

felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood

repeating, “ 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber

doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;

This it is, and nothing more.”

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