The Irish standard., 1893-11-04

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sss e'BRIEN BROS, pRopR1rroR,
NJ DUN-RAvEN.
Esss with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe aud Lore
Ss5 Dunraven.)
ss Once upon midnight dreary, as thought o
the Valkyrie.
And other famous British yachts that cam,
unto our shore;
As I nodded, near mapping, 'twixt my snore
S4s and sleeping gaping, s..::
S Suddenly heard scrapping of some tOmcat
near my door,
The same darn'd ca ts,' muttered, ''scrappinl
ct my chamber door,
Only this and nothing more
Deep into the cleaning glowering stood shiv
ering there and covering,
I'll Gnashil &, grinding molsrs, never CRASHED o.
ground before.
But the shrisks were undated rs the cats II
turn debated,
And heard the question stated, sis Britannia
feeling sore'''
Aye, they yelled il. and they spelled It, ''Is Bril-
tannia feeling sore9"
Question asked and nothing more.
Back into my chamber turning, eve ~ thought
OF COLLINS spurning,
Soon heard a sound familiar, somewhat diff
ferent than before;
s'S0rely," said that noise no cat Is; I'll look
aud see then what is
That strange, unsteady shutting just without
nv chamber door;
Let my heart be still moment. and the mys
terry explore.
IT'S the wind, and nothing more.
~
marrow gutter
Came Dunraven like stately plumed knight
of days OF yore,
hot the least obesance made he, not q moment
stopped OK statd he,
But with mien Of lord or lady pushed ajar my
cham Der door,
Like one bereft he took seat within my cham
Der dOo-
Sat and sat, and nothing more.
Theu his reticence beguiling my strange fancy
by the grave and stern decorum Of the coun-
tenancc he wore,
''rho thy chin be smoothly shaven. thou,
said [. art Lord Dunrayen;
You're the yachting sport. with hopes elate
who sailed from Albion's shore,
Tell me tell me, what thy name is now upon
Britannia's shore?'
Quoth Dunraven, "Nevermore,"
But Dunraven, sitting lonely on the rocking
chair, spoke only
That one word, as If his soul in that one word
did ne outpour.
Nothing further, then, he uttered, not q single
phrase he suffered,
= Till scarcely more than muttered. "Other
boats were beat before:
Some day, old boy, you'll get there--other
hopes have flown before"
Then the lord said, ''Nevernlore."
STARTLED by tho stiffness broken by reply so
aptly spoken,
"Doubaess." said I, this utterance is his only
stock and store,
Caught from some o'er"hsppy master, as the
Viglaut went past her,
xast the English yacht Valkyrie, rs they bowled
along the shore,
TIN the the d,rges OF his hopes the melancholy
burden bore.
CT pever-nevermore.
But Dunrayea, still beguilipg my sad face into
smiling,
Straight { wheeled my cushioned sofa some
what nearer to the door,
So, with bleariug and with blinking, betook
myself to linking
Fancy unto fsncy--thinking what this lord
irora Albton's shore,
whas this knlghtly> grand aud genteei sport,
worth millions near score.
Meaut In croaking "Neyermore."
This satengaged in guessing, but no syllable
expressing
TO the lord whose eyes seemed riVeted upon
my Utmost core,
This and more sat diyinng, YEARLY my head
reclining,
While Danraven sat repiniug now with gaze
upon the neor,
Thinking Of that cup he wanted to return to
Britain's shore.
He'll OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Ttlen the silence grew oppressive. still AIS
iordship un'mpressive
As the seconds into minutes with an awful
stiffness wore;
Dun" said. s:brace up content thee have 1t
out with those who sent thee,
You alay hud glad nepenthe In good .ttdings
yet In store.
sluaa' oh quaif this kind nepenthe. ''I'll yet
bring Il winner DER"
Aa Quoth Dunraven. 'Nevermore.'
Tut. tut, ,said 1.-The devil! ayaunt these
thoughts fevil
BY the reef of your club topsail. by the keel you
q, adore,
Purge your heart Of stricken pride, sir. may be
in the far-otf Clyde, sir,
They will build centre bosrder, manned by
staanch ,nds aft anu fore;
rapid centre boarder that will sweep Colum.
bias Shore"
ST.. Qnoth Duuraveu, ''Nevermore."
Come. my lord" said upstartinr. 'for the
hour has come for parting,
When you head youc benny yacht, sir. for the
whiteclifed Albion shore,
Leave not pining for token, leave regsetfui
words unspoken g
(And our record still unbrokeu), as you quit
my chamber door,
Goodnight, my lord, remember you may win
In a."