. A century of American literature and the lives and portraits of our favorite authors . l!By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore,Tell this soul, with sorrow laden, if within the distant AiJenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels. name Lenore;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore! Quoth the raven, Nevermore ! Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! I shrieked, upstartinir.—Get thee back into the tempest and the nights- Plutonian no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul bath spoken !Leave my loneliness unbrok
. A century of American literature and the lives and portraits of our favorite authors . l!By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore,Tell this soul, with sorrow laden, if within the distant AiJenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels. name Lenore;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore! Quoth the raven, Nevermore ! Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! I shrieked, upstartinir.—Get thee back into the tempest and the nights- Plutonian no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul bath spoken !Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form. from off my door ! Quoth the raven, Nevermore! And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still irsitting On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons thatis dreaming, And the lamp-light oer him streaming throws his^shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating,on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore! ^*^. HENRY WADSWOETH LONGFELLOW. THE POET OF THE PEOPLE.
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