. Bards and the birds; . lie thy soul hath 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 is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaminu 414 BARDS AND THE BIRDS 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 ! EDGAR ALLAN POE. From
. Bards and the birds; . lie thy soul hath 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 is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaminu 414 BARDS AND THE BIRDS 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 ! EDGAR ALLAN POE. From TROILUS AND CRESSIDA/ ACT IL SCENE IIL Ulysses. The raven chides blackness. SHAKESPEARE. From «SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI ACT in. SCENE n. King He7iry. What! doth my lord of Sufifolk comfort me ?Came he right now to sing a ravens note,Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;And thinks he, that the chirping of a crying comfort from a hollow chase away the first-conceived sound ? -p f o o o ,- ^ ^ !~O «J THE FAERIE Q^UEENE 415 From TITUS ANDRONICUS / ACT II. SCENE III. / Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,The whilst their own birds famish in their nests. SHAKESPEARE. From THE FAERIE QUEENE BOOK II. CANTO XII. SuDDEiNLY an innumerable flightOf harmefuU fowles about them fluttering cride,And with their wicked wings them ofte did smight,And sore annoyed, groping in that griesly night. Even all the nation of unfortunateAnd fatall birds about them flocked were,Such as by nature men abhorre and hate;The ill-faste owle, deaths dreadfull messengere;The hoars night-raven, trump of dolefull drere ; / 4l6 BARDS AND THE BIRDS The lether-winged batt, dayes enimy;The rueful! strich, still waiting on the here;The whistler shrill, that whoso heares doth dy;The hellish harpyes, prophets of sad destiny : All those, and all that els does horror breed,About them flew, and fild their sayles with feare:Yet stayd they not, but forward did
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