And shouted, "Quick! be quick, I say! The startled colonel sprung, and pressed But first he bent in the dim fire-light, And kissed the forehead broad and white, The girl roused up at the martial din, Wear this gold ring as your valor's due; And when peace comes I will come for you." But Jennie's face an arch smile wore, As she said, "There's a lad in Putnam's corps, WILL CARLETON. HOTSPUR'S DEFENCE. My liege, I did deny no prisoners, But, I remember, when the fight was done, And 'twixt his finger and thumb he held A pouncet-box which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them — untaught knaves, unmannerly, Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holyday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest demanded I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what; He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds (God save the mark !), And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, And I beseech you, let not his report Betwixt my love and your high majesty. SHAKESPEARE. THE RAVEN. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. ""Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, "tapping at my chamberdoor Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, Eagerly I wish'd the morrow: vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrill'd me-fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeat "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door,— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door; That it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so taintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whisper'd word, "Lenore!" This I whisper'd, and an echo murmur'd back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice, Let me see then what thereat is, and this mystery explore, heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore; my 'Tis the wind, and nothing more." Let Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and Alutter In there stepp'd a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minnte stopp'd or stay'd he; But, with mein of lord or lady, perch'd above my chamber door, Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-doorPerched and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore; Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore! Much I marvel'd this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we can not help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was bless'd with seeing bird above his chamberdoor Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore!" But the raven sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he utter'd not a feather then he flutter'd Till I scarcely more than mutter'd, "Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown |