Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1872-07-18
SA. PoE's CRAVEN

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sG1l p and s15; ssafy; and cur,Ou. volume Of iOr-
so:1'a IsTs,- Is,Tc,i- -pe.ariy mapping '"o''
.. -.,t iap9,,Es ,lss,ly rappins, rapp'ns at my
,saSef ,aaSS door, door mutser'd, tapping at my
3 .si1ss i1.s' 40 doo5Id and nothing more"
1oslg ms . .,,,,,,er, it was in the bleak
D. pls.laScT as,ScT ,,,t.s elnDer' vFrOusht''s shoS'
sf0a ,iss i,0@i ,hs IaerrOV; v'i'iiy : h''|
/ Ea;rri1, 1,.rsx. of ofsorrow-sorrow for the
I''51, a! ,ssorc-.., maiden whom the angels
To- the Tlre -
~ ssIas l.se0'flB .,i.o' here sOreverrn0Te
Naa''i''s "a uncertain rustlins OF each
Iad lrne ,ng curtain, fan,astic terrors never
TAIi y, { before. -, ,se lsating ofmy heart.
- ihai Eo~' In IN, ...coatm cham
-. s1,,,r .',s,e ~ yyisIiorenire'''"S
isr door .a.reatlng entrance at my
ssss Eif VISIT
,,aalaosr q aGo[ :. and nothing more"
- SOIL grew stronger; he'itatins then
70 ioaseTi iat5 4or Madam, truly your forgive
H... inFi0TTl vas mapping and so gently you
- tls flei r. vs.
,sllne ragP,@sa3 e,5a came tapping, tapping atmy
s.lIH.ber dooT, .,I,s sure heard yOu''-here L
-.tI scarce We 80
-. wide the dOor, ..,,i,,r moro.
'}s- '},s,--,i,r,ss there and hothAi's i
a s,-.,uess pecring, long stood there
| :, ,isderia,,, ieiFiH5,s ,,o mortal ever dared
"a 49,, 'sr,ssrnins dreams iio iiiO' -
~ isdream brioIe' ,.,b-oken. aud the stiffness
VI s.,t s'e no gror,i there spoken, was the WIS
! u 80 word s.lcnorc- ,-,,,rrod facE
II y ,-hi.per'd. and an ecN0 ~" -
Il,,.--s-,,r,l =. I.enOTe. -
i -s.-,.ly his, aud nothing ih"ie-
.,,-,oi,er turning, all my soul
Elia Il, ,.l'-s. = tipping something louder
t,a i'.2ia' .ii /. surely that is something at my
Elio" ~ ~ what thereat is, and this rnyste
i . sspor's- : SIN 4 moment and this mystery
Il a-'ii a- ~ wind and nothing more
.tsupr the shutter, when, with manl
ART and li. me- : stately raven of the saint,
-sso. ,o,., ot,etsauce made he, nor n minut
i .,7rt-d OF stay ii he ,,a ~,
! i-fv;il mriH OF lOru oI l'ANs -
ami. Nam bust OF Pallas, just above m,
- -51--15-5 aud sat and nothing more
Il tis ebsav bird bcEuiIing my sad fancy int
i smiling. t-,v, ~ the connie
-. - 49,, cr,-t be shorn and shaven, thou
i.rtsl q. ART sHre no craven -.
4 - rim aud ancient raven, wandeFlh
4 a-a. the nightly shore, -. =,
i ZINE what thy lOTdis Aiihie i Oii ' "
t,-,-, DE raven. ..NevermOre,
1 s-,5 NJ the stiffness, broken by replies
4 ia I. ..,yllat it uttcrs is its oni
Al sloeE and store, -, ,,r
n rr.bffr01. SOME unhappy MASTER WhOlh "i
49, a,i,ii .s.I md iollow'd faster, till his SOM
81 s-l,.sl 80 ~, hone that melancholy bu
Of -Scver-more.
i IL ns raven. stil beguiIing all my sud sol
,-..bf / grhreI-d a cushion d seat in front
I biri. anu bust and door -,- -.-.e
j llsl, li1l the velvet SINKING O'
T.p-r urto l,ncv. thinking what this omino'
u. thl- \, srir.. ungainly, CHASTITY, gaunt n
OHiuou- bird Of yore
q Ne-ut ID. crulking 'Nevcrmore
lisI sat engaged IN guessing, but no syllaf
expressing , :.
j % alt fowl. whose fiery eyes now burned IN
ms hosum 5 core,
Ths and NOR 81 divining, with my head
U- lHr ci,shian : velvet lining that the lamplis
shr shall press-ah l-nevermore!
Thru n,ethougbt the air grew denscr, pcrfun
from "a unseen censor
swung by seraphim, whose foot-ialls unkleo
The uited floor.
i Wretch. / cried. ssthv God hath lent the
by these angels he hath sent thee
Rsspite-rssTise aud nepeuthe from thy menoI
Of LenoTe.
euaG on, guam This kind ncpenthe, and for
Quoth ihe raven, '.Nevermore ~
| "Prophct," said I. ''tliing Of vil,-prophet s
BythAt heaven That bends above us-by that
WedOth adore,
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within
distant AidCuu.
II SHALL cllsp a sainied maiden, whom the anl
namH Ieuurc,
claspa rare and radiant maiden, whom the
gels anle Lenorcg-'
QUOth the raven, ''NeverInore -
BE that word our sign of parting, bird or fen
| sllriek'd, upstartiug-
.~Gct thee back intO the TEMPEST and the Mig
PltfOniIn shore
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie
soul hath spoken
Afare my loneliness unbroken quit the
above NY door
Take thy beak from out nv heart and take
forn from of nv door
GuOth the raven, ssNeVermoret''
And the raven, never fitting, still is sitting
is sitting,
oA The p1lIid bust Of Pallas lust above
chamber door;
| AID his eyes have all the seeming of a den
that Is dreaming.
And the lampliEht o'cr him streaming, III
MS shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow thal
noaiiRg on the floor
| sll-LIl Ill I'll