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Nevermore.
ANATKH.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
On this home by Horror haunted.
The secret of the Sphinx.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy.
Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Wandering from the Nightly shore.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
--A stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he
not a minute stopped or stayed he.
Open here I flung the shutter.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
--Here I opened wide the door
-- Darkness there, and nothing more.
Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Frontispiece.
The Princess looked in at the door and said - What bonny white wool, and what bonny white thread!
That embowered pile did seem A cloud from some fantastic dream.
He sees a flight of steps, a gate overgrown with truant roses, And some one who beside the gate in that warm sunshine dozes.
Huntsman bold returned from sport Snoring, horns to lips!
Until he reached the grandest room of all, The banquet-hall.
Every step be nearer set, Oped the eyes of violet.
I'm going to my granny's to carry this jar And this cake from my mother. Indeed! Is it Far?
Before she had time to exclaim 'oh, my gracious!' She was bolted entire by the monster voracious.
Oh, Granny, your teeth are tremendous in size! They're to eat you! - and he ate her!
His cries the whole neighborhood round might awaken - The Marquis of Carabas' clothes have been taken!
Then haste to your stations And make him the lowest of low salutations
Quite delighted, I'm sure, - so Puss courteously spake, - The acquaintance of one o distinguished to make!
The abode, I suppose, of a man of position? The palace, said they 'of a mighty magician!'
Now pumpkins-some fry 'em, some boil 'em, some stew 'em But no one before ever made one a brougham!
The men were enchanted. The ladies said 'Well, a More brazen-faced thing -! meaning poor Cinderella.
Without and ado It slipt into the shoe!
He saw on her cheek a tear-drop glisten, So he hid himself under her chair to listen.
And here and there along the track Dropping a pebble to guide him back.
Where the waterfall piped in the shrillest of trebles Hop o' my Thumb filled his pockets with pebbles.
Far away Shines a single ray.
Who are you, You queer little crew?
By arm, leg, or head, He dragged all the urchins from under the bed.
While this way or that way each rapidly shoots off Hop o' my Thumb takes the seven league Boots off.
Gay Lib seeks to establish an off campus community center
Demanding their rights: Law and gay community subject of conference
The fight for gays rights: overwhelming oppression
Gay Liberation Front
At long last recognition and room to grow for UB Gay Lib/Gays actively against society's bad attitudes
Gay at UB?
Gay Liberation Front Open House
Gay Peoples Alliance Yearbook Photo
Gay Peoples Alliance presents Coffee House
Welcome to GALA/A Short History of GALA
Second Meeting of the Gay and Lesbian Graduate Student Union
Students, faculty rally to fight sexual discrimination
LGBA looks for increase in members and respect
Year in Review: Anti-Discrimination
LGBA Yearbook Photo
Vandalism at LGBA office
LGBA strengthens despite acts of bias
Armed forces stay out of closet
LGBA prepares to 'come out'
Students try to educate each other about gender, sexuality
October is National Gay and Lesbian History Month
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