And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain JOHN TENNIEL. J. Cooper .. 1 Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, ઃઃ 'Wretch,” I cried, "thy God hath lent tlee-by these angels he hath sent thee Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !" And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes- F. R. PICKERSGILL. W. J. Linton. The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, 9 THE COLISEUM. But stay! these walls-these ivy-clad arcades— In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire. In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright. FELIX DARLEY ... J. Cooper 30 BIRKET FOSTER... E. Evans • . 32 For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride- Listen now-listen!-the faintest sound, And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard! A lady's voice!—and sorrow in the tone! Weep not! oh, sob not thus !-thy bitter tears Will madden me. Oh, mourn not, Lalage! F. R. PICKERSGILL. E. Evans 110 A. M. MADOT . . E. Evans . . 114 . A. M. MADOT. .. H. Harral.. 120 BIRKET FOSTER. . . J. Cooper . . 127 |