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Oce upon amidnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint ad curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea rly napping, suddenly ther e came a tapping, As of sOm e one gently rapping, rapping át my chamberdoor. "Tis, S me visito r, I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more. An. distinctly I rem ember 'it was in the bleak December, A'nd each separate dying e mber wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow:- vainly Ihad S ught to borrow From my books surcease of sorow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant máiden whom the angels named Leno re - Nameless here for e vermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me. fiied me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beatin g of my heart, I stood repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Sir.'said I, 'or M adam, truly your forgiveness I imp Iore Bt the fai is I was napp ing, and so gentıy y ou cam e ra pp ing, And so fain tly you came tapping t pping at my chamber door. T hat I scarce was sure I heard you:herel opened wide ihe door; - D a rkness the re. a nd nothing more. Deep in tounat darkness peening ang stood the re wondering. te aring, Doub ting, dreamin g dreams no morta everdaredto dream befo re; But the silence was unbroken, a nd the darkness.gave no token An d the only word there Spoken was the whispere d Word Lenore! hislwhispereda nd an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more Bae k into the cham ber tuning, all my soul within m ebunng Son aganTheardatap ping som ew hat loud er ih n before. Surely,' said , surelythat IS someining am wdowlattice: Let me se e then, w hat th ereat is, and tnismystery explore- Lamyheart be Still a mom ent and ths mystery explore; - 'TISthewndand noinng more!"Op,en here I flung the shutte when, with many a flirt an flutte. In th e re step ed a sta tey ra ven of the Sa in tly day S of yore. Not the least Obelsane m ade heno am inute sto ped or sta yed he; But. with' mien of,lord or la Cy.pero ed abovemyg am per door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just abo e my chambergoor Perched angsa an dn thing more.Then thiS e bony bird be, uiling mysad fancy.jntos mn. Bythe gave and stern decogum of the countenan ce it Wore Thougithy.e rẻi be shoma shaven, thou., sa, 'art s ure no craven Ghastygrinmadancien raven wanderingfom the nig hiysore - Tell me what thy odiy name is on the N ight's Plutonansore!' Quo hthera en, 'N verm Ore.' Muchim ve lle d thişungany fowl to hear disco urse so planiy, Tho ug h is answer little me aning lịttle relevancy Bore For we can not he pa'ree in g th ạt no ving human being Everyetw as ble SSed wih seeng bird ab ovehs chamber door - Brd or beast above the s cupt re d buta ove hi cham ber d Oor. w ith Su Ch_name a S Nevermore.' But the ravVe n, sittin g 10nely on the pląz id bust, s poke only, That one w ord, as it his soul in that oné w Qd, he did,oup ư N th in g further then he uttered - ot a feather then he tluttered - TilLls car ely mo ethan m uttered 'Other friends have fp wn before - On the morrow he will lea, eme, as myho pes have flown befo re.' The n he bird said. 'Nevermore.' Startle dạt the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtle Ss,' said I, 'w hat it utters is its any sock and store, Cáught from som e u nhappy m aster whom unmerciful dsaster Falowed fast and followed faster till his ongs one burden bore - Till the drges of his hope that melancholy burden bore O "N ver-ne vermore." But the ra ven sib eguiling ai m y sa soul into smiling. Stra igntl w heeled a cushioned se at intron of bird and bust an d doo: Then, upon the velvet Sinking. I betook myselt tO linkng Fancy unto fancy, tn in king what this om inous bird Of yore - W hat this grimung in ly, ghastly, gaunt, and Om indus b d of yore Meant in Coak ing 'Ney ermore This Y sat'engaged in guessing, but no Slabie éxpressing Tô the fowl whoe fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core :Thişad'mg re Isat divin ing, Wühm y head at ease reclining On'the cushion's vevet lining that the lamp-light gloatedo er, But whose velvet viðlet lining with the lamp -lightga ting o'er, Şhe šhall pre SS ah, neve rm ore! Then, methought, the air grew den Ser p erfumed from an unse en censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkle d o the tufted floor. 'W retch,' I cried, 'thy God hath leht thee by these angels he has sent thee Rspite - respite and nepen the from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh guaff this kin n penthe, and forget this lo st Len Ore!"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore. 'Prophet!' sa 1, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tem pter sent, or whether tem pest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet ali un daunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this homeby horror haunted - tell me truly. I im plore - Is there - iş there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quo th the raven, Nevermore. "Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! - pro p het Still, if bird or de vil! By that Heaven th at bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell th is soul with sorro W laden if, with in the d istant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clas p a rare and radiant maiden, whom the ange Is named Len ore? Quoth the raven, 'Neverm ore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked U starting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of th at lie thy soul hath spoken! Leavemy loneliness u nbroken! -quit the bust above my do Or! Take thy beak from out my heart, and tak e thy form from off m y door! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' And the raven, never fitting, still iş sittin g. stin is sitting on the pallid bu st of Pa lla s just a bove my chamber door, And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the, la m.P:light 9'er him that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! he Raven am ing,hrow: is shad o by E Oce upon amidnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint ad curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea rly napping, suddenly ther e came a tapping, As of sOm e one gently rapping, rapping át my chamberdoor. "Tis, S me visito r, I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more. An. distinctly I rem ember 'it was in the bleak December, A'nd each separate dying e mber wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow:- vainly Ihad S ught to borrow From my books surcease of sorow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant máiden whom the angels named Leno re - Nameless here for e vermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me. fiied me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beatin g of my heart, I stood repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Sir.'said I, 'or M adam, truly your forgiveness I imp Iore Bt the fai is I was napp ing, and so gentıy y ou cam e ra pp ing, And so fain tly you came tapping t pping at my chamber door. T hat I scarce was sure I heard you:herel opened wide ihe door; - D a rkness the re. a nd nothing more. Deep in tounat darkness peening ang stood the re wondering. te aring, Doub ting, dreamin g dreams no morta everdaredto dream befo re; But the silence was unbroken, a nd the darkness.gave no token An d the only word there Spoken was the whispere d Word Lenore! hislwhispereda nd an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more Bae k into the cham ber tuning, all my soul within m ebunng Son aganTheardatap ping som ew hat loud er ih n before. Surely,' said , surelythat IS someining am wdowlattice: Let me se e then, w hat th ereat is, and tnismystery explore- Lamyheart be Still a mom ent and ths mystery explore; - 'TISthewndand noinng more!"Op,en here I flung the shutte when, with many a flirt an flutte. In th e re step ed a sta tey ra ven of the Sa in tly day S of yore. Not the least Obelsane m ade heno am inute sto ped or sta yed he; But. with' mien of,lord or la Cy.pero ed abovemyg am per door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just abo e my chambergoor Perched angsa an dn thing more.Then thiS e bony bird be, uiling mysad fancy.jntos mn. Bythe gave and stern decogum of the countenan ce it Wore Thougithy.e rẻi be shoma shaven, thou., sa, 'art s ure no craven Ghastygrinmadancien raven wanderingfom the nig hiysore - Tell me what thy odiy name is on the N ight's Plutonansore!' Quo hthera en, 'N verm Ore.' Muchim ve lle d thişungany fowl to hear disco urse so planiy, Tho ug h is answer little me aning lịttle relevancy Bore For we can not he pa'ree in g th ạt no ving human being Everyetw as ble SSed wih seeng bird ab ovehs chamber door - Brd or beast above the s cupt re d buta ove hi cham ber d Oor. w ith Su Ch_name a S Nevermore.' But the ravVe n, sittin g 10nely on the pląz id bust, s poke only, That one w ord, as it his soul in that oné w Qd, he did,oup ư N th in g further then he uttered - ot a feather then he tluttered - TilLls car ely mo ethan m uttered 'Other friends have fp wn before - On the morrow he will lea, eme, as myho pes have flown befo re.' The n he bird said. 'Nevermore.' Startle dạt the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtle Ss,' said I, 'w hat it utters is its any sock and store, Cáught from som e u nhappy m aster whom unmerciful dsaster Falowed fast and followed faster till his ongs one burden bore - Till the drges of his hope that melancholy burden bore O "N ver-ne vermore." But the ra ven sib eguiling ai m y sa soul into smiling. Stra igntl w heeled a cushioned se at intron of bird and bust an d doo: Then, upon the velvet Sinking. I betook myselt tO linkng Fancy unto fancy, tn in king what this om inous bird Of yore - W hat this grimung in ly, ghastly, gaunt, and Om indus b d of yore Meant in Coak ing 'Ney ermore This Y sat'engaged in guessing, but no Slabie éxpressing Tô the fowl whoe fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core :Thişad'mg re Isat divin ing, Wühm y head at ease reclining On'the cushion's vevet lining that the lamp-light gloatedo er, But whose velvet viðlet lining with the lamp -lightga ting o'er, Şhe šhall pre SS ah, neve rm ore! Then, methought, the air grew den Ser p erfumed from an unse en censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkle d o the tufted floor. 'W retch,' I cried, 'thy God hath leht thee by these angels he has sent thee Rspite - respite and nepen the from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh guaff this kin n penthe, and forget this lo st Len Ore!"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore. 'Prophet!' sa 1, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tem pter sent, or whether tem pest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet ali un daunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this homeby horror haunted - tell me truly. I im plore - Is there - iş there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quo th the raven, Nevermore. "Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! - pro p het Still, if bird or de vil! By that Heaven th at bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell th is soul with sorro W laden if, with in the d istant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clas p a rare and radiant maiden, whom the ange Is named Len ore? Quoth the raven, 'Neverm ore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked U starting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of th at lie thy soul hath spoken! Leavemy loneliness u nbroken! -quit the bust above my do Or! Take thy beak from out my heart, and tak e thy form from off m y door! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' And the raven, never fitting, still iş sittin g. stin is sitting on the pallid bu st of Pa lla s just a bove my chamber door, And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the, la m.P:light 9'er him that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! he Raven am ing,hrow: is shad o by E Oce upon amidnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint ad curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea rly napping, suddenly ther e came a tapping, As of sOm e one gently rapping, rapping át my chamberdoor. "Tis, S me visito r, I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more. An. distinctly I rem ember 'it was in the bleak December, A'nd each separate dying e mber wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow:- vainly Ihad S ught to borrow From my books surcease of sorow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant máiden whom the angels named Leno re - Nameless here for e vermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me. fiied me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beatin g of my heart, I stood repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Sir.'said I, 'or M adam, truly your forgiveness I imp Iore Bt the fai is I was napp ing, and so gentıy y ou cam e ra pp ing, And so fain tly you came tapping t pping at my chamber door. T hat I scarce was sure I heard you:herel opened wide ihe door; - D a rkness the re. a nd nothing more. Deep in tounat darkness peening ang stood the re wondering. te aring, Doub ting, dreamin g dreams no morta everdaredto dream befo re; But the silence was unbroken, a nd the darkness.gave no token An d the only word there Spoken was the whispere d Word Lenore! hislwhispereda nd an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more Bae k into the cham ber tuning, all my soul within m ebunng Son aganTheardatap ping som ew hat loud er ih n before. Surely,' said , surelythat IS someining am wdowlattice: Let me se e then, w hat th ereat is, and tnismystery explore- Lamyheart be Still a mom ent and ths mystery explore; - 'TISthewndand noinng more!"Op,en here I flung the shutte when, with many a flirt an flutte. In th e re step ed a sta tey ra ven of the Sa in tly day S of yore. Not the least Obelsane m ade heno am inute sto ped or sta yed he; But. with' mien of,lord or la Cy.pero ed abovemyg am per door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just abo e my chambergoor Perched angsa an dn thing more.Then thiS e bony bird be, uiling mysad fancy.jntos mn. Bythe gave and stern decogum of the countenan ce it Wore Thougithy.e rẻi be shoma shaven, thou., sa, 'art s ure no craven Ghastygrinmadancien raven wanderingfom the nig hiysore - Tell me what thy odiy name is on the N ight's Plutonansore!' Quo hthera en, 'N verm Ore.' Muchim ve lle d thişungany fowl to hear disco urse so planiy, Tho ug h is answer little me aning lịttle relevancy Bore For we can not he pa'ree in g th ạt no ving human being Everyetw as ble SSed wih seeng bird ab ovehs chamber door - Brd or beast above the s cupt re d buta ove hi cham ber d Oor. w ith Su Ch_name a S Nevermore.' But the ravVe n, sittin g 10nely on the pląz id bust, s poke only, That one w ord, as it his soul in that oné w Qd, he did,oup ư N th in g further then he uttered - ot a feather then he tluttered - TilLls car ely mo ethan m uttered 'Other friends have fp wn before - On the morrow he will lea, eme, as myho pes have flown befo re.' The n he bird said. 'Nevermore.' Startle dạt the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtle Ss,' said I, 'w hat it utters is its any sock and store, Cáught from som e u nhappy m aster whom unmerciful dsaster Falowed fast and followed faster till his ongs one burden bore - Till the drges of his hope that melancholy burden bore O "N ver-ne vermore." But the ra ven sib eguiling ai m y sa soul into smiling. Stra igntl w heeled a cushioned se at intron of bird and bust an d doo: Then, upon the velvet Sinking. I betook myselt tO linkng Fancy unto fancy, tn in king what this om inous bird Of yore - W hat this grimung in ly, ghastly, gaunt, and Om indus b d of yore Meant in Coak ing 'Ney ermore This Y sat'engaged in guessing, but no Slabie éxpressing Tô the fowl whoe fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core :Thişad'mg re Isat divin ing, Wühm y head at ease reclining On'the cushion's vevet lining that the lamp-light gloatedo er, But whose velvet viðlet lining with the lamp -lightga ting o'er, Şhe šhall pre SS ah, neve rm ore! Then, methought, the air grew den Ser p erfumed from an unse en censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkle d o the tufted floor. 'W retch,' I cried, 'thy God hath leht thee by these angels he has sent thee Rspite - respite and nepen the from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh guaff this kin n penthe, and forget this lo st Len Ore!"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore. 'Prophet!' sa 1, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tem pter sent, or whether tem pest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet ali un daunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this homeby horror haunted - tell me truly. I im plore - Is there - iş there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quo th the raven, Nevermore. "Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! - pro p het Still, if bird or de vil! By that Heaven th at bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell th is soul with sorro W laden if, with in the d istant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clas p a rare and radiant maiden, whom the ange Is named Len ore? Quoth the raven, 'Neverm ore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked U starting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of th at lie thy soul hath spoken! Leavemy loneliness u nbroken! -quit the bust above my do Or! Take thy beak from out my heart, and tak e thy form from off m y door! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' And the raven, never fitting, still iş sittin g. stin is sitting on the pallid bu st of Pa lla s just a bove my chamber door, And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the, la m.P:light 9'er him that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! he Raven am ing,hrow: is shad o by E Oce upon amidnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint ad curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea rly napping, suddenly ther e came a tapping, As of sOm e one gently rapping, rapping át my chamberdoor. "Tis, S me visito r, I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more. An. distinctly I rem ember 'it was in the bleak December, A'nd each separate dying e mber wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow:- vainly Ihad S ught to borrow From my books surcease of sorow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant máiden whom the angels named Leno re - Nameless here for e vermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me. fiied me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beatin g of my heart, I stood repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Sir.'said I, 'or M adam, truly your forgiveness I imp Iore Bt the fai is I was napp ing, and so gentıy y ou cam e ra pp ing, And so fain tly you came tapping t pping at my chamber door. T hat I scarce was sure I heard you:herel opened wide ihe door; - D a rkness the re. a nd nothing more. Deep in tounat darkness peening ang stood the re wondering. te aring, Doub ting, dreamin g dreams no morta everdaredto dream befo re; But the silence was unbroken, a nd the darkness.gave no token An d the only word there Spoken was the whispere d Word Lenore! hislwhispereda nd an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more Bae k into the cham ber tuning, all my soul within m ebunng Son aganTheardatap ping som ew hat loud er ih n before. Surely,' said , surelythat IS someining am wdowlattice: Let me se e then, w hat th ereat is, and tnismystery explore- Lamyheart be Still a mom ent and ths mystery explore; - 'TISthewndand noinng more!"Op,en here I flung the shutte when, with many a flirt an flutte. In th e re step ed a sta tey ra ven of the Sa in tly day S of yore. Not the least Obelsane m ade heno am inute sto ped or sta yed he; But. with' mien of,lord or la Cy.pero ed abovemyg am per door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just abo e my chambergoor Perched angsa an dn thing more.Then thiS e bony bird be, uiling mysad fancy.jntos mn. Bythe gave and stern decogum of the countenan ce it Wore Thougithy.e rẻi be shoma shaven, thou., sa, 'art s ure no craven Ghastygrinmadancien raven wanderingfom the nig hiysore - Tell me what thy odiy name is on the N ight's Plutonansore!' Quo hthera en, 'N verm Ore.' Muchim ve lle d thişungany fowl to hear disco urse so planiy, Tho ug h is answer little me aning lịttle relevancy Bore For we can not he pa'ree in g th ạt no ving human being Everyetw as ble SSed wih seeng bird ab ovehs chamber door - Brd or beast above the s cupt re d buta ove hi cham ber d Oor. w ith Su Ch_name a S Nevermore.' But the ravVe n, sittin g 10nely on the pląz id bust, s poke only, That one w ord, as it his soul in that oné w Qd, he did,oup ư N th in g further then he uttered - ot a feather then he tluttered - TilLls car ely mo ethan m uttered 'Other friends have fp wn before - On the morrow he will lea, eme, as myho pes have flown befo re.' The n he bird said. 'Nevermore.' Startle dạt the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtle Ss,' said I, 'w hat it utters is its any sock and store, Cáught from som e u nhappy m aster whom unmerciful dsaster Falowed fast and followed faster till his ongs one burden bore - Till the drges of his hope that melancholy burden bore O "N ver-ne vermore." But the ra ven sib eguiling ai m y sa soul into smiling. Stra igntl w heeled a cushioned se at intron of bird and bust an d doo: Then, upon the velvet Sinking. I betook myselt tO linkng Fancy unto fancy, tn in king what this om inous bird Of yore - W hat this grimung in ly, ghastly, gaunt, and Om indus b d of yore Meant in Coak ing 'Ney ermore This Y sat'engaged in guessing, but no Slabie éxpressing Tô the fowl whoe fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core :Thişad'mg re Isat divin ing, Wühm y head at ease reclining On'the cushion's vevet lining that the lamp-light gloatedo er, But whose velvet viðlet lining with the lamp -lightga ting o'er, Şhe šhall pre SS ah, neve rm ore! Then, methought, the air grew den Ser p erfumed from an unse en censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkle d o the tufted floor. 'W retch,' I cried, 'thy God hath leht thee by these angels he has sent thee Rspite - respite and nepen the from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh guaff this kin n penthe, and forget this lo st Len Ore!"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore. 'Prophet!' sa 1, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tem pter sent, or whether tem pest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet ali un daunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this homeby horror haunted - tell me truly. I im plore - Is there - iş there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quo th the raven, Nevermore. "Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! - pro p het Still, if bird or de vil! By that Heaven th at bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell th is soul with sorro W laden if, with in the d istant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clas p a rare and radiant maiden, whom the ange Is named Len ore? Quoth the raven, 'Neverm ore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked U starting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of th at lie thy soul hath spoken! Leavemy loneliness u nbroken! -quit the bust above my do Or! Take thy beak from out my heart, and tak e thy form from off m y door! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' And the raven, never fitting, still iş sittin g. stin is sitting on the pallid bu st of Pa lla s just a bove my chamber door, And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the, la m.P:light 9'er him that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! he Raven am ing,hrow: is shad o by E Oce upon amidnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint ad curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea rly napping, suddenly ther e came a tapping, As of sOm e one gently rapping, rapping át my chamberdoor. "Tis, S me visito r, I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more. An. distinctly I rem ember 'it was in the bleak December, A'nd each separate dying e mber wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow:- vainly Ihad S ught to borrow From my books surcease of sorow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant máiden whom the angels named Leno re - Nameless here for e vermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me. fiied me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beatin g of my heart, I stood repeating "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Sir.'said I, 'or M adam, truly your forgiveness I imp Iore Bt the fai is I was napp ing, and so gentıy y ou cam e ra pp ing, And so fain tly you came tapping t pping at my chamber door. T hat I scarce was sure I heard you:herel opened wide ihe door; - D a rkness the re. a nd nothing more. Deep in tounat darkness peening ang stood the re wondering. te aring, Doub ting, dreamin g dreams no morta everdaredto dream befo re; But the silence was unbroken, a nd the darkness.gave no token An d the only word there Spoken was the whispere d Word Lenore! hislwhispereda nd an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more Bae k into the cham ber tuning, all my soul within m ebunng Son aganTheardatap ping som ew hat loud er ih n before. Surely,' said , surelythat IS someining am wdowlattice: Let me se e then, w hat th ereat is, and tnismystery explore- Lamyheart be Still a mom ent and ths mystery explore; - 'TISthewndand noinng more!"Op,en here I flung the shutte when, with many a flirt an flutte. In th e re step ed a sta tey ra ven of the Sa in tly day S of yore. Not the least Obelsane m ade heno am inute sto ped or sta yed he; But. with' mien of,lord or la Cy.pero ed abovemyg am per door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just abo e my chambergoor Perched angsa an dn thing more.Then thiS e bony bird be, uiling mysad fancy.jntos mn. Bythe gave and stern decogum of the countenan ce it Wore Thougithy.e rẻi be shoma shaven, thou., sa, 'art s ure no craven Ghastygrinmadancien raven wanderingfom the nig hiysore - Tell me what thy odiy name is on the N ight's Plutonansore!' Quo hthera en, 'N verm Ore.' Muchim ve lle d thişungany fowl to hear disco urse so planiy, Tho ug h is answer little me aning lịttle relevancy Bore For we can not he pa'ree in g th ạt no ving human being Everyetw as ble SSed wih seeng bird ab ovehs chamber door - Brd or beast above the s cupt re d buta ove hi cham ber d Oor. w ith Su Ch_name a S Nevermore.' But the ravVe n, sittin g 10nely on the pląz id bust, s poke only, That one w ord, as it his soul in that oné w Qd, he did,oup ư N th in g further then he uttered - ot a feather then he tluttered - TilLls car ely mo ethan m uttered 'Other friends have fp wn before - On the morrow he will lea, eme, as myho pes have flown befo re.' The n he bird said. 'Nevermore.' Startle dạt the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtle Ss,' said I, 'w hat it utters is its any sock and store, Cáught from som e u nhappy m aster whom unmerciful dsaster Falowed fast and followed faster till his ongs one burden bore - Till the drges of his hope that melancholy burden bore O "N ver-ne vermore." But the ra ven sib eguiling ai m y sa soul into smiling. Stra igntl w heeled a cushioned se at intron of bird and bust an d doo: Then, upon the velvet Sinking. I betook myselt tO linkng Fancy unto fancy, tn in king what this om inous bird Of yore - W hat this grimung in ly, ghastly, gaunt, and Om indus b d of yore Meant in Coak ing 'Ney ermore This Y sat'engaged in guessing, but no Slabie éxpressing Tô the fowl whoe fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core :Thişad'mg re Isat divin ing, Wühm y head at ease reclining On'the cushion's vevet lining that the lamp-light gloatedo er, But whose velvet viðlet lining with the lamp -lightga ting o'er, Şhe šhall pre SS ah, neve rm ore! Then, methought, the air grew den Ser p erfumed from an unse en censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkle d o the tufted floor. 'W retch,' I cried, 'thy God hath leht thee by these angels he has sent thee Rspite - respite and nepen the from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh guaff this kin n penthe, and forget this lo st Len Ore!"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore. 'Prophet!' sa 1, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tem pter sent, or whether tem pest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet ali un daunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this homeby horror haunted - tell me truly. I im plore - Is there - iş there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quo th the raven, Nevermore. "Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! - pro p het Still, if bird or de vil! By that Heaven th at bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell th is soul with sorro W laden if, with in the d istant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clas p a rare and radiant maiden, whom the ange Is named Len ore? Quoth the raven, 'Neverm ore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked U starting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of th at lie thy soul hath spoken! Leavemy loneliness u nbroken! -quit the bust above my do Or! Take thy beak from out my heart, and tak e thy form from off m y door! Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' And the raven, never fitting, still iş sittin g. stin is sitting on the pallid bu st of Pa lla s just a bove my chamber door, And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the, la m.P:light 9'er him that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! he Raven am ing,hrow: is shad o by E

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