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Edgar Allan Poe - “The Raven” (fragments)
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 some one 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 remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying
ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books
surcease
of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless
here
for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating 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 Madam, truly
your forgiveness I implore;
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.
…..........
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “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 explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
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 bust of
Pallas
just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this
ebony
bird
beguiling
my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern
decorum
of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy
crest
be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s
Plutonian
shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
knowledge
a piece of wood or coal that
is still hot and red after a
fire has stopped burning
stopping
asking
please forgive me
a decorative wooden frame
bowing
the impression one makes
sit as on a branch
Pallas Athena, the Greek
goddess of wisdom
black/charm
proper and polite behaviour
a tuft of feathers on the head
of a bird
belonging to the god of the
underworld
…....
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen
censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the
tufted
floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and
nepenthe,
from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff,
oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
….............
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting —
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
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 floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!
a container for burning
incense (especially one that
is swung on a chain in a
religious ritual)
decorated
Something that induces
forgetfulness of sorrow or
eases pain.
drink
pale
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