—­“Here I opened wide the door;—­
Darkness there, and nothing more.” H.  Claudius.

“Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
          
                                            F.S.  King.

“‘Surely,’ said I, ’surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.’”
                                            Frederick Juengling.

“Open here I flung the shutter.” T.  Johnson.

—­“A stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. 
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he.”
R.  Staudenbaur.

“Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—­
                                          Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”
          
                                          R.G.  Tietze.

“Wandering from the Nightly shore.” Frederick Juengling.

“Till I scarcely more than muttered, ’Other friends have flown before—­
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’”
                                                   Frank French.

“Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy.” R.  Schelling.

“But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er
                                          She shall press, ah, nevermore!”
                                                  George Kruell.

“‘Wretch,’ I cried, ’thy God hath lent thee—­by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—­respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!’”
                                               Victor Bernstrom.

“On this home by Horror haunted.” R.  Staudenbaur.

“’Tell me truly, I implore—­
Is there—­is there balm in Gilead?—­tell me—­tell me, I implore!’”
W.  Zimmermann.

“’Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.’”
          
                                            F.S.  King.

“‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked, upstarting.”
                                                  W.  Zimmermann.

“‘Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!’”
                                                  Robert Hoskin.

“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                                          Shall be lifted—­nevermore!”
          
                                          R.G.  Tietze.

The secret of the Sphinx. R.  Staudenbaur.

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