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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Poe
And the Raven, never flitting,Still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of PallasJust above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seemingOf a demon’s that is dreaming,And the lamplight o’er him streamingThrows his shadow on the floor,And my soul from out that shadow,That lies floating on the floor,Shall be lifted—nevermore.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,Golden bells!What a world of happiness their harmony foretellsThrough the balmy air of nightHow they ring out their delight!From the molten golden notes,And all in tuneWhat a liquid ditty floatsTo the turtle-dove that listens while she gloatsOn the moon!
Out—out are the lights—out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,And the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy, “Man,”And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Sound—That stealeth ever on the ear of himWho, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,And sees the darkness coming as a cloud—Is not its form—its voice—most palpable and loud?
That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beamA lonely spirit guiding.
His eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.