EDGAR ALLAN POE
2. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
3. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,-
4. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
5. As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
7. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door,
8. Only this, and nothing more."
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10. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
11. And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
12. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
13. From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
14. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore,
16. Nameless here forevermore.
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18. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
19. Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before,
20. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
21. "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
22. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
24. That it is, and nothing more."
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26. Presently my soul grew stronger. Hesitating then no longer,
27. "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore,
28. But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
29. And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
30. That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door.
32. Darkness there, and nothing more.
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34. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
35. Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before,
36. But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
37. And the only word there spoken was the whispered word ..Lenore!
38. This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word ..Lenore!
40. Merely this, and nothing more.
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42. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
43. Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before.
44. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window-lattice;
45. Let me see then what there-at is, and this mystery explore,
46. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore;
48. 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
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50. Open then I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
51. In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
52. Not the least obeisance made he, not an instant stopped or stayed he,
53. But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door,
54. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
56. Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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58. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
59. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
60. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
61. Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
62. Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?"
64. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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66. Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
67. Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore,
68. For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
69. Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
70. Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door
72. With such name as "Nevermore!"
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74. But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
75. That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
76. Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered,
77. Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before.
78. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
80. Then the bird said, "Nevermore!"
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82. Startled at the stillness, broken by reply so aptly spoken,
83. "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
84. Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
85. Followed fast and followed faster, till his song one burden bore,
86. Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore,
88. Of 'Nevermore, nevermore!"
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90. But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
91. Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door,
92. Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
93. Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore,
94. What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
95. Meant in croaking "Nevermore!"
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97. Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
98. To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
99. This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
100. On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
101. But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er,
103. She shall press - ah! nevermore!
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105. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,
106. Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
107. "Wretch," I cried, "thy god hath lent thee, by these angels he hath sent thee
108. Respite, respite and nepenthe from the memries of Lenore!
109. Quaff, O, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
111. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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113. "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still if bird or devil!
114. Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
115. Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted,
116. On this home by horror haunted, tell me truly, I implore,
117. Is there, is there balm in Gilead? Tell me, tell me, I implore!"
119. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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121. "Prophet," said I, "thing of evil! prophet still if bird or devil!
122. By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore,
123. Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
124. It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore,
125. Clasp a fair and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore!"
127. Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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129. "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, up-starting,
130. "Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore!
131. Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
132. Leave my loneliness unbroken, quit the bust above my door!
133. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
135. Quoth the raven,'Nevermore!"
137. And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
138. On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
139. And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
140. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
141. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
142. Shall be lifted-nevermore!
Aidenn Eden, Paradise
Balm in Gilead a healing herb
Beguiling - charming
Burden the refrain of a song or poem
Bust a sculpture showing head and shoulders
Censer a container for incense
Countenance - facial appearance
Craven - cowardly
Crest the top of the ravens head
Decorum dignified behavior
Discourse formal discussion
Divining having intuition or insight
Ember a piece of burning wood or coal, as in a dying fire
Fiend a devilishly wicked person
Gaunt thin and bony
Implore beg urgently
Lattice framework made of strips of wood
Lore collective knowledge on a particular subject
Mien a persons manner or appearance
Nepenthe herb for soothing
Ominous threatening harm
Pallas an ancient Greek goddess (Athena)
Pallid - pale
Placid pleasantly calm
Plume a feather
Plutonian relating to Pluto, the god of the underworld
Prophet Muhammad, the founder of Islam
Quaff to drink heartily
Quoth - said
Relevancy bearing upon or connected with the matter at hand
Respite an interval of relief
Seraphim a type of angels
Surcease - end
Tempest a violent windstorm
Tempter the devil
Token a symbol of something
Undaunted not discouraged
Ungainly - clumsy
Yore time long past