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Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”. And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies ...
The forlorn atmosphere, the raven’s cryptic message, and the sweeping formal beauty all make for an unforgettable poem. “The Raven” is a classic tale of loss and grief. Our unnamed protagonist, a scholar, sits in his study on a bleak winter night. The man’s undying sorrow for his deceased lover, Lenore, appears to him in the form of a ...
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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 the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering fearing.
11 apr 2016 · But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking. Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —. What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore.
55 But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only 56 That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. 57 Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — 58 Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before — 59 On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting. On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the ...
