John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Edgar Allan Poe. (18091849) (continued)
6626 And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled mefilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
The Raven.
6627 Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.
The Raven.
6628 Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
The Raven.
6629 Whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster.
The Raven.
6630 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
The Raven.
6631 And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be liftedNevermore!
The Raven.
6632 To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
To Helen.
6633 The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year.
Ulalume.
6634 Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my soul, Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul.
Ulalume.
6635 A Quixotic sense of the honorableof the chivalrous.
Letter to Mrs. Whitman. Oct. 18, 1848.