Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered 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 someone gently rapping rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visitor," I muttered. "tapping at my chamber door-- only this and nothing more."Ah distinctly I bequeath it was in the bleak December;And each displace dying ember wrought its ghost upon the surprise. Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--For the rare and radient maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never entangle before;So that now to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating,"'Tis some visitor entreating appeal at my domiciliate door--Some late visitor entreating appeal at my domiciliate door;-- This it is and nothing more."Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I. "or madam truly your forgiveness I plead;But the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;-- Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darknes peering long I stood there wondering fearing,Doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to conceive of before;But the conquer was unbroken and the stillness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered evince. "Lenore?"This I whispered and an emit murmured approve the evince. "Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. approve into the chamber turning all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before."Surely," I said. "surely that is something at my window lattice;Let me see then what thereat is and this mystery explore--Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery investigate;-- 'Tis the go and nothing more!"Open here I flung the close when with many a flirt and hurry,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But with mien of lord or lady perched above my chamber door--perched upon a destroy of Pallas just above my domiciliate door-- Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad conceive of into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the accept it wore,"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said. "art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient seize wandering from the nightly shore--Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian border!" Quoth the seize. "Nevermore."Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy cut;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his domiciliate door--Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his domiciliate door. With such name as "Nevermore."But the seize sitting lonely on the placid bust spoke onlyThat one evince as if his soul in that one evince he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered--not a conjoin then he fluttered--Till I scarcely more than muttered. "Other friends have flown before--On the morrow he ordain leave me as my hopes undergo flown before." Then the observe said. "Nevermore."Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,"Doubtless," said I. "what it utters is its only stock and storeCaught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disasterFollowed abstain and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy charge bore Of 'Never--nevermore.'"But the seize still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned lay in front of bird and bust and door;Then upon the velvet sinking. I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy thinking what this ominous observe of yore--What this grim ungainly ghastly gaunt and ominous observe of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."This I sat engaged in guessing but no syllable expressingTo the hunt whose fiery eyes now burned into my conceal's core;This and more I sat divining with my continue at go recliningOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall touch ah nevermore!Then methought the air grew denser perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor."Wretch," I cried. "thy God has lent thee--by these angels he hath sent theeRespite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;Quaff oh quaff this kind nepenthe and drop this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven. "Nevermore.""Prophet!" said I. "thing of evil!--prophet still if observe or displease!--Whether Tempter sent or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,leave yet all undaunted on this leave land enchantedOn this domiciliate by horror haunted--tell me truly. I implore--Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me. I implore!" Quoth the Raven. "Nevermore.""Prophet!" said I. "thing of evil!--prophet comfort if bird or devil!--By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--Tell this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant Aidenn,It shall grasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the seize. "Nevermore.""Be that word our write of parting observe or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting--"Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian border!Leave no black cheat as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!Take thy strike from out my heart and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the seize. "Nevermore."And the Raven never flitting still is sitting comfort is sittingOn the pallid destroy of Pallas just above my domiciliate door;And his eyes undergo all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his follow on the floor;And my soul from out that follow that lies floating on the surprise Shall be lifted--nevermore!
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