The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-05-01

came q tapping,
AS or some one gently rapplnp RAINING Mt NV
chambcr-dOOr: " ny
Otis some visitor muttcrcd. tanning ot nv
chainber-doOr-- ~ '
Only this and nothing more.
All distinctly remember 1t was in the bleak
December,
And each separate dying cmbcr wrought ne
. ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly | wished the morrow; valnly had
From my book surceasc OF gorroyy sorro,y for
. the Lost LcnOre-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom tho an
gels named LenOre-
Namcless here forever more.
open here flung the shutter, when, with many
lllrt ana iutter,
In there stepped stately Raven of the saintlv
days OF yOrc. i'''
Not the least obedience made he; not a mo
n mcnt stopped or stayed he;
But with meln of lord and lady, perched above
- my chamber door
Perched upon bust Of Pallas, Just above my
Perchcd and sat and nothing more.
Theh' TINS ebony bird bcgulllng my sad fancy
BY the grave and stern dpcor,i,n nf tho cou,,o
nance II WORE
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou.
,,, Sllu, ART sure no craven
"hlSllN, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering
from the nightly shore e
lel me pN what thy ordly name is on the nights
Quoth the Raven Never more.'
PropHetp SAID I, thing of evll-prophet still, If
whether tempter sent, or whether tempest
tossed thee here ashore,
Desoiate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land
On this home by horror haunted-tell Inc truly
| implore- '
Is THERE'S there balm in Gllcadg-tell me
tell me implOrc!
QuOth the Raven, 'Never more
Troph hirG s sad Ching of cvi-prophct st, If
BY that heaven tnat bends above us-by that
God we both adore
Tell THIS soul with sorrow laden, II within The
distant Adeu,
IL shall clasp sainted maiden, whom the an
gels named Lenore-'
Quoth the Raven, Never more
BE that word our sign Of parting, bird or
nend' shrieked, upstartng-
Get thee back into the tempest and the nights
PlutOnlan shOre
Leave no black plume as a token OF that lie thy
soul has spoken!
Leave my lOnlfness unbroken-ouIt the bust
above my door.
rake my beak from out my heart, and take thy
form OF my TlOor.'
lu0th the Raven Never more.
Edgar Allen Poe once more fell in love.
at least So he said His hand was offered
to a literary lady of brilliant talents and
spotlcsS name, and, having been accepted
1t was announced that the marriage would
soon take place. 1t was of this lady he
wrote the following lnes
""Clad all in white, upon violet bank
saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell on the upturned faces OF the roses
Ana on thine own upturned-alas In sorrow!
WAS 1t not Fate that on this july midnight
, Mas II not rate whose name was also Sorrow
Inat Daue me pause before that garden gate,
TO breathe the Incense OF those slumberng
roscs?i
No footsteps stirred; the hated world all silent.
save only thee and me. paused-I looked
And IN an instant all things disappeared
IAN, bear In mind this garden was enchanted y
Inc pcarly lustrc OF the moon went out;
The messy banks and the meanderlng paths,
The happy flowers and rcpniug trees
Were seen no moro; the very roses odors
Dlcd III the arms NJ the abusing airs,
Save - No liSSt ifSSl ness ey sesn 'nee
.. me soul in thine upliffed eyes
s'w but them-they were the wtrld to me,
saw but thein-saw only them for hours
saw only them until the moon went down.
what Wild heart histories seems To lie Gnwrit-
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres, -
How How DARK 4 Woe! yet how sublime hope!
HoW S silently SERENE sea OF PRIDE
HOW Iath0inless capacity for l0ve
But they were never married. for ON the
night before the bridal he went to the
house of his bctrothcd in such state of
wild and savage drunkenness that he was
given in the custody of the police,
lie pursued his evil courses until at last
he was destitute of money, food, home
and almost naked. AT Richmond he join
ed Temperance society,"" but did not
keep his pledge.
lie was on his way to New York when
his final debauch came His biographer
thus describes his fearful end
Arriving in Baltimore, he gave his trunk
to porter, with directions to convey it to
the cars which were to leave in an hour or
two for Philadelphia, and went into tav-
crn to obtain some refreshments.
Here he met acquaintance, who invited
him to drink; all his resolutions and duties
were soon forgotten. in few hours he
was in such state is is commonly induced
only by long, continued intoxicatiOn. At
ter night of insanity and exposure, he
was carried to Il hospital; and there on the
evening of Sunday, the It'll of October,
1919, he died at the age of thirty weight
Such was the death of genius who
might have lived a glorious life and illum-
med the world with the productions of his
great mind, but whom wine involved in
awful ruin and whose name is now bye
word and II reproach. Let young men
avoid the clarct-ju and the champagne cup,
the brandy-flask and the glass of bitter
beer. Faithful and heroic abstinence from
all intoxicating drinks will save them from
the terrible fate of Edgar Allen Poe