...of a verse into lines of its real measure. And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting—still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas, Just above...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 Hoor ; And...

...thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave uo black plume us a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy bnuJ; from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Haven, 'Never more.' And...

...of that lie thy sonl hath spoken) ' Leave my loneliness unbroken I— quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1" Q'iioth the raven, "Nevermore." And tue raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

...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...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the Raven : " Never more." And the Eaven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust...

...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...and take thy form from off my door !" " Quoth the Eaven, " Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...

...thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian chore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door I ' Quoth the raven " Nevermore." Sixteenth — concerns the rhythm. Outis's is iambic — mine the...

...victim, and repeating to his ear the fatal sentence of his perdition — "And the raven, never Hitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door ; And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp light o'er him streaming throws...

...of remorseful memories ; or if there be one torturing thought of unforgiven sin, which, like Poe's raven, " Never flitting, still is sitting, still is...sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above your chamber door, And its eyes have all the seeming, of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp -light...

...of remorseful memories; or if there be one tortvtring thought of unforgiven ain, which, like Foe's raven., " Never flitting, still is sitting, still...sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above your chamber door, And its eyes have all the seeming, of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light...

...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 I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."...