And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.

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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.

JOHN TENNIEL . . . . J. Cooper
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!"

JOHN TENNIEL

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.

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J. Cooper

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JOHN TENNIEL

LENORE.

The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes-
The life still there, upon her hair-the death upon her eyes.

F. R. PICKERSGILL.. W. J. Linton. 8

The sweet Lenore hath " 'gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
FELIX DARLEY

THE COLISEUM.

But stay! these walls-these ivy-clad arcades-
These mouldering plinths-these sad and blackened shafts.

JASPER CROPSEY . . .

W. J. Linton. 12

And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away.

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

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