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verses which is always evidence of a finely strung nervous system.
" It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
By the name of Annabel Lee;
Than to love and be loved by me.
“ I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea.
I and my Annabel Leer
· Coveted her and me.
“ And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
And bore her away from me,
In this kingdom by the sea."
The next line is a striking proof of that mixture of puerility and beauty, which, like the conflict of his own discordant
nature, renders his writings as well as himself a problem to his fellow men.
There is great force and beauty in
“ The wind came out of the cloud by night,"
and yet how immediately he spoils the effect for the sake of the jingle of " chilling and killing—"
“ The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
In this kingdom by the sea)
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
“ But our love, it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who are older than wem
Of many far wiser than we-
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 1
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
Well known as the “ Raven” is, we should leave the poetical idea of him incomplete without illustrating our remarks by a quotation. We have printed the stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered.
“Once upon a midnight dreary,
Volume of forgotten lore,
Rapping at my chamber door.
Only this, and nothing more.'”
The next stanza closes with one of the finest touches of poetical imagery and pathos.
“ For the rare and radiant maiden
As Coleridge says, “ beautiful exceedingly."
The mechanical structure of the verse is very apparent when read with attention to the pauses. Nevertheless, it is a poem which will always give pleasure to the reader, even though it be read for the hundredth time; for, notwithstanding the marked arith
metic of the shape, it is one of those few productions which bear repetition without palling.
“ Deep into that darkness peering,
Ever dared to dream before ;
Was the whispered word • Lenore !
Murmured back the word · Lenore !
“ Back into the chamber turning,
Somewhat louder than before.
And this mystery explore
And this mystery explore ;
“ Open here I flung the shutter,
of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he;
Perched above my chamber door-
Just above my chamber door-
The last stanza is very felicitous.
How visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent :
" Then this ebony bird beguiling
Of the countenance it wore,
Wandering from the Nightly shore-
On the Night's Plutonian shore !
“ Then, methought, the air grew denser,
Tinkled on the tufted floor.