Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1869-07-30
THE RAVEN.
by EDGAR ALLAN POS.


Once upon midnight drOAry, while pOndered, weak
Over many quaint and curious volume Of forgotten
lore
While ,dd0 nearly mapping, suddenly there came
As of some one gently rapping, rspPns at my cham
Der door.
a. is some visitor, Z" | mutiered, "tappins at my
Only this and nothing moro.u
All, distinctly lsmembcr II was in the bleak De.
cember,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
Eagerly wished the morrow-vainly had sought
| to borrow
From my books surceaso OF sorrow-sorrow for the
For the rare and rdient maiden whom the angels
narae Lonopc--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustlng of each purple
curtain
Thrilled me-nlled me with fantastic terrors never
felt before;
So that now, to stil the beating Of my heart, stood
repeating,
"'Tis some visitor cntreatins entrance at my cham
Der door
Some late visitor entreating entrance a, my chamber
door;
This 1t is and nothing more"
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating thon
SIR said !, or Madam, truly your forgvess
implore,
But the fact Is | was mapping, and gently you
And so family you came tapping, tapping at my
chamber door,
That scarce was sure heard you here opened
Darkness there anil nothing more
Deep into that darkness peering, long stood there
wondering, fearing,
Dreaming, dreaming dreams no mortals dared
TO dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stiffness gave
no token,
And the only word thorce spoken wa. the whispered
This whispered, and echo murmuTed Lack the
word, "Lcnore -
Merely this and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, all my soul within
me burning,
Soon again heard tapping something louder than
before
Surely, said J. "surely that is something at my
window lattice;
Let me see, thon, what thereat is and this mystery
explore
Let my heart be still moment and this mystery
lis the wind and nothing more"
Open here flung the shutter when, with many a
nirt and Gutter
In there stepped stately Raven OF the sanity
days OF yore.
Not the least oboisance made he not minute stop
ped or stayed he
But, with mien OF lord or lady, perehed above my
chamber door
/ Porchcd upon a bust Of Palas Just above my cham
| Der door
Pcrched, aud sat, and nothir more
Then this ebony bird besuiling my sad fancy int,
b. the gave aud stern docorum Of tho countcnane,
" Though ny crest be 'horn and shaven, thou,
said, "art SURE nu craven,
CHASTITY grim aud a,ylcui Raven wandering from Ia,
Toll mo = ~ ny L. l'y n.re is on the Nights Piu
lolau shore
2uoth the Raven, Ncvcrmorc."
Much maryellcd Ills ungainly fowl to hear dis
course ~ plainly,
| Though its answer little mcaning-little relevancy
bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that living human
being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above hi.
chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above hi,
| chamber door,
with ich uarne h, " Nevcrmorc."
But the Raven, sittius lonely on that placid bust
That one word, as II his soul in that one word h,
Nothing father then he uttered not feather thcI
lac huttcred-
Till scarcely more than muttcred "Cthcr fricLd
have down before
Ga the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes hav,
Town before"
Then the bird said Yevermore."
Startled at the stiffness broken by reply aptl!
Doubtless" said l. what it tutors Is its onll
stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmcrci
! full Daster
/ burden bore III.
Till the dirscs Of his Hope Isai melancholy burden
OF Never-rsAsrmoro'"
But the Raven s,iIl bosSiI'Gs all my sad soul int,
smiling,
Straight wheeled cushioned seat in front Of bir,
and bust and door,
Then, upon the velvet sinking, bctook myself I,
linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bir,
OF ynrc-
What this grim, ungaily, CHASTITY, gaunt, and omi
nous bird Of yore
Meant IN croaking "NOvermore."
This sat engaged In guessing, but no syllable eK
To the fowl whose hcry eyes now burned into m.
This and more sat diviniug, with my head at cas-
re lining
On the cushions velvet lining that the lamp-lgh
gluated DER,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp.ligh
She shall press, an, nevcrmore!
Then, mcthought, the air grew dcnser perfume
from an unseen censor
Swung by seraphim whose footballs tinkled q
wretch cried, :. thy God hath lent thec-b
these angels he hath sent thee,
Rsspite-rcspite and nepenihe from thy memories
ouAa, oh qaaa this kind nePcntho and forget th
lost Lcnoro
Quoth the Raven, " Nevemore."
Prophet said l. thing OF evil prophet still
II bird or devil -
; Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tosse
thee here ashore,
Dcsolato, yet all undauntod, on this desert Ian
enchanted
On this home by Horror haunied-tell me truly,
imporc--
Is there-is there balm in Oilead l-tell mo-tcll M
! implore "
/ ouoth the Raven, " Nevermore."
, "Prophct " said l. "thing Of evi,-prophet still
! " bird or devil
!, by that Heaven thst bends above us-by that O.
- we both adore
Tell this soul with laden II, within the al
tat Aidenn,
d II shall clasp sninted maiden whom the angc
name Lenore
ouolh the Raven, " Novermorc."
~ Be that word our sign Of parting, bird or hend
shriekcd, upstarting-
- - Got thee back into the tempest and the Night
Plutonian shore
Leave no black plume a token Cf that lie thy so
a hath spoken
IN Leave my loneliness nnbroken !-quit the bu
le above my door
"a Take thy boak ron OUT my heart, and take thy foi
from va my door l'-
Iy Quoth the Raven, "NorennoTe."
And the Rav~l fitting, stili ia sitting, still
sitting
GA the palld bust Of Palas just above my ehamb
door
And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demons Il
il dreaming,
and the lamp-ligAt DER him streaming throws
aN.aaN..N ont HAL .aHnN