The Arkansas banner., 1849-12-11
P0E'S RiIRN.

mentonedi and as many of our readers may set have seen it, we publish it below. 1t isa rSmarks- bic piece of composilion--hot so much fer any merit Of conception as for the rhyme and cadence. Once upon midnight dreary, while POndsrsd, Over many quaint and curious volume Of forgotten | lore
 While nodded, nearly naPping1 suddenly there came tapping, As of some one gently rapPing. rsPPing at my chambeT door; "'Tis some visiter," 1 mattsrsd, ''taPping at my l Only this, and nothing morel" { An. distinctly lremember-t was in the bleak De- l cemher,
 And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor | Eagerly wished the mOnow-vainly had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the For the rare and radisnt maden whom the angels | name Lenofe- 1 Nameless AeVe for ever more. And the siIken sad, uncertain ras,ng of each pur- pie curtain felt before So that now, to still the beating of my heart. stood repeating T is visiter eutreating entrance at my cham Der door Some late vister entreating entrance at my cham Der door This it is, and nothing more!" Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
 Sir,' said !" or Madam, truly, your for giveness 1 implore;
 But the fact is. 1 WIS mapping, and so gently you
 came rappng,
 And so faintly you came tapping, tapping a. my -EE .k.w As.AEs That scarce was sure heard you"-here opened wide the door Darkness there, and nothing more! Deep into that darkness peerng long stood there wondering, fearing, Doubling, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
 But the silence was unbroken, and the stiffness gave no token, A& the only word there spoken was the whispered word "Lenore!' | This whispered, and an echo mnrmured back the | word "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me bHrning,
 Soon again heard tapping, somewhat lOudes than before;
 :" Surely" said I, ''surey that is something at my window lattice
 Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ! Let T is the wind, and nothing more." Open here flung the shutter, when, with many 1 hirt and futter,
 in there stepped stately Raven of the san,y days | of yore;
 Not the least obeisance made he, not minute stop 1 ped or stayed he;
 But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my Perched upon d bust of Pallas, just above my cham Der door | Perched, and sat. and nothing more! Then. this ebony bird beguiling my fancy into sm- ling
 By the grave and stern decorum ot the counienance it wore,
 "Tho' thy crest be shorn and shaven thou" said. 1 art sure no craven,
 Ghastly. grim and ancient RaveA wandering from the Nightly shore! Tell me what thy lordIy name is on the Night i Plutonian shore!"
 Quoth the Raven, "Nevermere.' Much marveled this ungainly fowl to hear dis course so plainly, Though it's answer little msaning, little relevancy bore;
 For we cannot help agreeing that no living human
 being
 Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his Bird or beast upon the scultured bust above his chamber door,
 Whith such name "Nevermore." But the Raven. sitting lonely the placid bust
 spoke only
 That one word, as if his soul in that one word he
 did outpoar;
 Nothing farther then he uttered, not feather then
 he fiuttered, Till scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends
 have flown before
 On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have
 flown before
 Then the bird said "Nevermoret' Startled at the stiffness broked by reply so aptly
 spoken,
 Doubtless" said l. "what it utters is its only stock and store,
 Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerci- Followed fast and followed faster, t his songs ono
 burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden | bore Of f"Never-nevermore"
 Hut the Raven still begung my sad fancy into smiling,
 strairh, wheeled cushioned seat in front of bird 1 and bust and door,
 Then, upon the velvet sinking. betOok myself to Fancy into fancy, thinking what this om nous bird of vore-
 What this grim, ungainly, ghas,ly. gaunt and Om'-
 nous bird of yOre 1 Meant in croking "NeVermore,' l This sat engaged In guessing but no syllable ex-
 pressing
 To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned iu,O my | bosom coreA-
 This and more sat devining, with my head at ease | reclining
 On the cushioas velvet lining, that the iamp-light gloated o'er
 But whose velvetvolet lining, with the lamp-light ! goating OCT. ! SSe shall press-ah, never more. I Then me thought the air grew denser. perfumed from unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footballs tinkled on the tufted floor;
 |" Wretch.' I cried. 'thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath scent thee ! Respts-respite aud nePenihe from thy mem'ries of Lepore.
 Quaff, oh. quail this kind nspen,he and forget this lost Leaore'' Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."