"Be that word our sign of 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 And floor; my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore! LENORE. Aн, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for he pride, "And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her that she died! "How shall the ritual, then, be read?-the requiem how be sung "By you-by yours, the evil eye,-by yours, the slanderous tongue That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?" Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, eyes "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, "But waft the angel on her flight with a Pean of old days! "Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, "Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth. "To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven "From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven— "From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven." A VALENTINE. FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando Still form a synonym for Truth.-Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. [To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name will thus appear.] THE COLISEUM. TYPE of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary By buried centuries of pomp and power! Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! Here, where a hero fell, a column falls! Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair |