The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-04-09
THE RAVEN.
BY EDGAR A. POE, ESQ.

weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of for
gotten lore,
While nodded, nearly mapping, suddenly there
came tapping,
AS of some one gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door.
'Tis some vlsiter," muttered, ''tapping at my
chamber door
Only this, and nothing more"
Ah, distinctly remember it was in the bleak De-
cember,
knd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor.
Eagerly | wished the morrow;-vainlv | had
tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for
the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the an
gels name Lenole--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each
purple curtain
Thrilled me--flled me with fantastic terrors ne.
yer felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart,
stood repeating
+" IT'S some visiter entreating entrance at my
chamber door
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my cham
Der door,
This il is, and nothing MORE"
Presently my sonl grew stronger; hesitating then
no longer,
I" Sir" said "or Madam, truly your forgiveness
inplore;
But the fact is was mapping, and SO gently you
came rapping,
And so family you came tapping, tapping at my
chamber door,
That l scarce was sure I heard you''--here
opened wide the door,
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long stood
there wondering, fearing,
Doubling, dreaming dreams no mortal ever da-
red to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness
gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whis-
pered word, "Lenorew
This whispered, and an echo murmured back
the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and uothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul with
in me burning,
Soon l heard again tapping somewhat louder
than before.
Surely" SAID l, "surely that is something at my
window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mys-
terry explore
Let my heart be still moment and this mystery
explore;-
FTiS the wind and nofhinu more -
Open here flung the shutter, when, with many
firt and futter,
In there stepped stately raven of the sanity
days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant
stopped or stayed he;
But, with mean of lord OF lady, perched above
my chamber door,
Perched upon bust of Pallas just above my
chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy in
to smiling
BY the grave and stern decorum of the counte-
nance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou"
said, cart sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from
the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the nights
Plutonian shorem
Quoth the raven, "Nevermorew
Much marvclled this ungainly fowl to hear
discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--littIe rele-
vancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living hu-
man being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his
chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his
chamber door,
With such name as ''Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,
spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word
he did out-pour,
Nothing farther then he uttered--not feather
then he hu,tered--
Till | scarcely more than muttered, "Other
friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes
have flown before"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.''
Startled at the stiffness broken by reply SO aptly
| spoken,
"Doubtless," said ], "what it utters is its only
stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom un-
mercilu Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster--so, when
Hope he would adjute,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet
Hope he dared adjure--
That sad answer, "Nevemorer'
But the raven still beguling all my sad soul into
smiling,
Straight wheeled cushioned seat in front Of
bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, betook myself
to linking