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contact info Edgar Allan Poe: How to Know Him Published: 1921 Author: C. Alphonso
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The Dreamer: A Romantic rendering of the Life-Story of Edgar Allen Poe Published: 1909 Author: Mary Newton
Stanard A fictitious Novel based on factual events of the life of Poe.
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text to view the interpretation * by, Edgar Allen Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a
q uaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore,
While I
nodded, nearly napping , suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'''Tis some visitor,'' I muttered, ''tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.''
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
bleak December,
And each separate dying ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the
morrow ; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books
surcease of
sorrow- sorrow for the lost
Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the
silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
'''Tis some visitor
entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.''
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
''Sir,'' said I, ''or Madam, truly your forgiveness I
implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came
tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you''- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
token ,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ''Lenore!''
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ''Lenore!''-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before . ''Surely,'' said I, ''surely that is something at my window
lattice : Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more.''
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least
obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this
ebony bird
beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern
decorum of the
countenance it wore.
''Though thy
crest be shorn and shaven, thou,'' I said, ''art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!''
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermore.''
Much I marvelled this
ungainly fowl to hear
discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as ''Nevermore.''
But the raven, sitting lonely on the
placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, ''other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.''
Then the bird said, ''Nevermore.''
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so
aptly spoken,
''Doubtless,'' said I, ''what it utters is
its only stock and store , Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the
dirges of his Hope that
melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'.''
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this
ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking ''Nevermore.''
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then
methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
''Wretch,'' I cried, ''thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!''
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermore.''
''Prophet!'' said I, ''thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all
undaunted , on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there
balm in Gilead ? - tell me- tell me, I implore!''
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermore.''
''Prophet!'' said I, ''thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
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 in parting, bird or fiend,'' I shrieked,
upstarting-
''Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that 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 sitting
On the
pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er 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!
-- THE END --