The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1869-03-15


H'Tis some visitor cn,reating NJ tgl
n tEntrauce at my chamber door !'u
Some la,c visitor cn,reatingr
'p2'Et' Entrance at ny chamber door;
This Il is.and nothing more"
Presently my soul grew stronger;
llesitating then;no longr,'l 3,.tIf eti,
"S;r, T" said |, "or Madam, truly
Your forgiveness imp!ore;
=. But the fact ,;ss lwas napping,g ..t,,t
y. And 50 gently you came r.ppng,ls ..,p
Aud SO family YOU ,an,c tapping, f Il,
''' Tapping nj my ehamtcr door, N s5
That scarce was sure heard you ,,-
~ llc:c opened wide the door:--- ,.,.
1Sk ~ Darkness there and nothing more.
recJ, into that darkness rcerirg, W.
4. q 1il!cns stood iliete wondering, iealing
Doubling, dreaming dreams no G;orta!s
Ever dared to dteam before;
Tut the silence was GnLr0ken,
And the stiffness gave no token,
,,.Ani The only word there spoken I'eiylT
Was the whispered word "Lcnorc?"
This whispered, and an, echo n,
% slurIDurcd back the word 'Lenore "
a'i 5E'3 ' Merely this and nothing more.
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Z Back into the eli, ;mbcr turning, g4f
All my soul within me burning, N
Soon again hcara. u tapping Z. a',y
Z. y, Something logder than before. .zey.
"Surely," said |, surely that is .alni
Solnei hing at M. window lattice: OF W,
Lei me see, then, what ,hsreat Isl fapa
And this mystery ,cxplorc-- e-.a-1llt
Let my heart be still q molnent iYtusl
And tiiis mystcrylcxplore;-. iHi,ld
" 'Tiss the wind nnd nothing more" ~
u Open iierc flung the shutter.
: When, with rany u firt ..nd fatter,
In there stepped stately Raven
Ofthc sanity days ofyorc. -ts,9
Not the lcas. obeisancc made he;
Not minute stopped or stayed he;
But with micn Of lord or lady,
: t'crcled above my chamber door
rc-cbed upon a bust OF palla.
Just above my chamber door
pcrchcL, and sut, aud nothing more.
.si ~ .iViatG tss,S.'3 3 y
Then this ebony bird beguiling
Ny sad fancy in,o smiling,
Dy the grave aud stern decsrun,
OF the counlenance II wore, r...,.,5,t
"Thouyll Thy crest he sloru and shaven,
Thou" said, "art sure no craven,
- Ghas,ly. grim and ancient Raren
Wandering from the nightly shore
!, Tell inc what thy ,lordly maine Is nj,
Un the Nights rlutonirn shore!"
Quoth the haven, "Ncverniore.nib, Il,
Much Imarveled this ungainly
Fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 10
Though lis nhswer little meaning
Little relevancy bore; 4 ..,s,
For W. cannot help agreeing
That no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing
Bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured
Bust ab0ye'his chamber door, T. i,F
With such name as "Ncscrmore."
80 y Hut il;e Raven, sitting lonely ,..,..'-.,
Oh lliai Placid bust. spoke only
That one word, us If his soul in
! hni one word he did ontpour.
Neihins farther tken he uttered;
- Not dteailier ticz lie Hut cred
Will soarceiy more tlrn inuitrred. ?. =,
"U.hcr friends bave aown before
On tie mersow Le. will leave tnc,,l
Asmy llopesli Lave fown before"
Then Tie biri said, "Serctmorc."
X Startled at the s,illnes broken
= by reply so nptly spoken,
"DOubtlcss," said "wlat ituliers
lsiis ouly stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master
Whom uninerciful Disaster ttl, b
Followed fast aud followed faster
Till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirgcs Of his Hope that
Melancholy huruen bore y
K Of,.Never--.Ne Nevernorc.'
But The Raven still beguiihg ENsN
" All my sad soil into smiling. ..E ~
Strnisht | wheeled cushioned seat In
Front Of bird and bust and door;
Then Upon tho velvet sinking, '''
lbctook n,yselfto linking lGu
Fancy untufancy, thinking
Wlia, this oniinous bird of yore-
Villa, this grim, ungainly, ghnst'y,
Gauht and otninots bird Of yore
~ Meant in croaklbg "Nevertnote."
iAeH y!tL = 90
This sat engaged in guessing, ''-
But no syllable c1l rrssing1
To the fowl whose fcry eyes now
Burned into my hosotn's core;
THIS and more sat 'li'ining.
With my head at case reclining
On the cushion syclstt lining Wa '5.
That The lamplisht sloatcI o'nr,
- but whose velvet violet lining fI, K,
Will illc lamplgl,t sloa,ing Ger
i-ol She shall press, ah, neyertnore
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Then meitouylit The mir grew denscs,
.lferiIntd from an tnsctn ecnscr ir
Swung by Seraplijm whose footballs
Tinkled On ihe,afied u or.
"Wre,eh," cried, ..thy God hath lent thee
l.y these angels he hath sent thee
Eespjtt---respiIea and nepcnlie
From thy incmeries OF lltnore
= Qaatr, Oh 1uaif this kind nepeu,he, f1.
Aud iotget this lost Lcnurcr ~
QuUtli the Raven, ''Neycrmores''
t!Ptophet ~ saida. ithing NJ trl - IN
=. Prophet still. II bird or devil - .t. 5ts,s
-. Whether i mpierseni, ur whether liShif
Tempest tossed tbee he,e ashore,
Desola,ei YET all nndauaIed, = t.t