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The Raven
„The Raven“ is a narrative poem by the American writer and poet Edgar Allan Poe. It was published for the first time on January 29, 1845, in the New York Evening Mirror. Noted for its musicality, stylized language and supernatural atmosphere, it tells of the mysterious visit of a talking raven to a distraught lover, tracing his slow descent into madness.
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May 15, 2013
Linda
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classic,
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The way Poe wrote takes some time getting used to, but after managing that you will like his writing even more.
During the meeting with the bird, the narrator's mental status is slowly being exposed. The way the narrator is projecting his own thoughts and feelings onto the bird, and thereby giving the bird's only word "Nevermore" meaning, is interesting. The narrator interprets the words in a way he need. Why would he continue asking questions otherwise, when the only answer is one and the same?...more
During the meeting with the bird, the narrator's mental status is slowly being exposed. The way the narrator is projecting his own thoughts and feelings onto the bird, and thereby giving the bird's only word "Nevermore" meaning, is interesting. The narrator interprets the words in a way he need. Why would he continue asking questions otherwise, when the only answer is one and the same?...more
Dec 30, 2011
Bonnie
rated it
5 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Shelves:
poetry-verse,
read-in-2011
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 visiter," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
I had started reading the Raven before but was never able to quite get through it. When I came across this illustrated version at my library I decided to give it another shot....more
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 visiter," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
I had started reading the Raven before but was never able to quite get through it. When I came across this illustrated version at my library I decided to give it another shot....more
I should not love this poem, because it's about death and loss. Real life provides far too much of that malarkey. But Poe's masterwork of melancholy is such a beautiful blend of melody and imagery:
"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 -
Onl...more
"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 -
Onl...more
The Visions in Poetry series doesn’t illustrate their poems so much as re-imagine them. In this darkling version, Poe’s tale of rumination and increasing hysteria is given a new twist with a surprise ending. The narrator’s tone goes from musing to jocular to frantic as he questions the reticent titular fowl for the fate of the lost Lenore—a fate he himself may know more about than the bird. Does the feathered fiend actually exist or is it all in the narrator’s fevered imagination?
The somber natu...more
The somber natu...more
Apr 22, 2013
Jennifer Kim
rated it
3 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Shelves:
reading-like-a-writer
This famous poem from Edgar Allan Poe is about pain and being grief stricken over the loss of a loved one. In this poem, the narrator has lost his love and is in is sitting room when there is a knock. A raven flies in and the narrator's nature is revealed to the reader as he converses with the bird.
The author's use of the craft of mood and tone in his writing definitely helped to create a sense of hysteria and darkness throughout the poem.
The narrator’s tone goes from musing to frantic as he q...more
The author's use of the craft of mood and tone in his writing definitely helped to create a sense of hysteria and darkness throughout the poem.
The narrator’s tone goes from musing to frantic as he q...more
“Deep into that
darkness peering,
long I stood there
wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming
dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before…”
"The Raven" is about loss of a loved one and will stick with you, maybe even haunt your dreams for a few nights. I picked up the Kindle version for free and I was instantly reminded why this is one of my favorite poems. (There is a long preface before it, which I found interesting. But if you just want to read the poem, you can use the index and click on "The Poem....more
darkness peering,
long I stood there
wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming
dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before…”
"The Raven" is about loss of a loved one and will stick with you, maybe even haunt your dreams for a few nights. I picked up the Kindle version for free and I was instantly reminded why this is one of my favorite poems. (There is a long preface before it, which I found interesting. But if you just want to read the poem, you can use the index and click on "The Poem....more
With the Poe revival going on – namely, the 2012 movie, The Raven, starring John Cussack as the tortured writer, Edgar Allan Poe, and more recently, The Following, a FOX TV series about a serial-killing cult with a strong Poe influence, I had a new interest in rereading some of Poe’s classics.
Of course, I started with The Raven, originally published in 1845. I was reading from “The Selected Works of Edgar Allan Poe,” a serviceable but unillustrated anthology, and was intrigued by the use of “Nig...more
Of course, I started with The Raven, originally published in 1845. I was reading from “The Selected Works of Edgar Allan Poe,” a serviceable but unillustrated anthology, and was intrigued by the use of “Nig...more
When participating in a poetry study, one can't help but pick up The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. This book contains Poe's original 1845 version of the poem, which has been deemed "one of the most famous American poems". Like Poe's other works, "The Raven" explores the dark side of human nature. In this poem, the narrator has lost his love, Lenore. While sitting in his room and dozing off while reading, the narrator hears a knocking on his door. No one is there, which startles him a bit; he then op...more
I write this review as someone who dislikes poetry, or maybe I should say, before I'm attacked by the poetry police, that I have disliked every poem forced down my throat by well meaning sadistic teachers. (Someone please explain the antithetical concept of a well meaning sadist. I'm afraid I might have made that up and it makes no sense.)
The Raven I enjoyed. Perhaps because of its length. For me, a poem can't be too long. The longer the poem, the higher my risk of death(probably through suicide...more
The Raven I enjoyed. Perhaps because of its length. For me, a poem can't be too long. The longer the poem, the higher my risk of death(probably through suicide...more
I remember studying this poem in high school, but it didn't make much sense to me at the time. I even memorized a portion of it for my senior English class, not because I particularly liked it but because it was the shortest and easiest poem to memorize from the list we were given. I had pretty well forgotten about it until I recently saw the movie of the same name starring John Cusack (www.imdb.com/title/tt1486192). I decided to give it another go, and it made a lot more sense to me this time a...more
Alright. So. I didn't necessarily read this copy of the poem or whatever from this book presented to me on Goodreads, moreover, I read the poem in my vast collection of Edgar Allan Poe complete works. This is a review coming from a person who doesn't much care for poetry (I think it's because of the evil, sadistic teachers that do make us read poetry and analyze it) and thus far, besides the few poems in the beginning, this is one of the only poems I have ever voluntarily read. This poem, I thou...more
Lenore: The narrator gives no description of Lenore. We do not know what she looks like or what exactly the relationship between Lenore and the narrator is. All we know is that the narrator really misses her. The lack of details regarding Lenore makes her a likely symbol. She may represent idealized love, beauty, truth, or hope in a better world. She is "rare and radiant" we are told several times, an angelic description, perhaps symbolic of heaven. Lenore may symbolize truth: the narrator canno...more
This is the first poem I’ve read written by Edgar Allan Poe and I have to say that I really have to hit myself over the head for not reading this earlier.
This poem, I have two interpretations to it, I cannot simply choose one because if both meanings convince me that this is what Poe meant with poem.
1st interpretation:
I see the Raven as being the man’s conscious, telling him that he needs to go out and get over the death of this woman who Poe is indicating has died. But the man does not want t...more
This poem, I have two interpretations to it, I cannot simply choose one because if both meanings convince me that this is what Poe meant with poem.
1st interpretation:
I see the Raven as being the man’s conscious, telling him that he needs to go out and get over the death of this woman who Poe is indicating has died. But the man does not want t...more
Apr 07, 2012
Julie Rylie
rated it
3 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Shelves:
strongly-recommend
I didn't read exactly this edition, so I'm gonna comment on what I read.
I'm having a hard time deciding which one is more genius... the english version written by Poe or the extremely intelligent way that Fernando Pessoa adapted the poem to portuguese, with all those rhymes and even managing to keep the gloomy wave. ..
I don’t go much for poems normally and I prefer Poe in a total different note but he always manages to keep the poems extremely soft and delicate even though you are totally invol...more
I'm having a hard time deciding which one is more genius... the english version written by Poe or the extremely intelligent way that Fernando Pessoa adapted the poem to portuguese, with all those rhymes and even managing to keep the gloomy wave. ..
I don’t go much for poems normally and I prefer Poe in a total different note but he always manages to keep the poems extremely soft and delicate even though you are totally invol...more
Read it!
It is really short and beautiful. It has rhyme, rhythm and alliteration that screams to be read aloud.
I have been meaning to read Poe since I was young, ever since I heard Lennon mention his name in ‘I am the Walrus’:
‘Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, They are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob.’
Goo goo g'joob goo is ob...more
It is really short and beautiful. It has rhyme, rhythm and alliteration that screams to be read aloud.
I have been meaning to read Poe since I was young, ever since I heard Lennon mention his name in ‘I am the Walrus’:
‘Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, They are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob.’
Goo goo g'joob goo is ob...more
One bleak December, a weary man was perusing an old book and heard a tapping on his door. The rustling curtain frightened him, but he decided that it could have been just a late visitor and that he would ask for forgiveness for he was napping. But when he opened the door, there was nothing in there except the word “Lenore”, an echo of his own words. When he returned to his room, he heard the tapping again and tried to reason that it was probably just the wind outside his door. Yet when he opened...more
You know, it's The Raven. It's so good that it still crops up in popular culture all the time. When I read this poem in 8th or 9th grade (ahem) years ago, it floored me. It was fantastic, and I think it's the first time I really appreciated how words could be used together to create the beautiful sounds in poetry. I still love The Raven for that reason.
The poem itself has lost its mystique for me, though, simply because it is so pervasive in popular culture. I mean, when I've been around long en...more
The poem itself has lost its mystique for me, though, simply because it is so pervasive in popular culture. I mean, when I've been around long en...more
Dec 25, 2011
Jason Mills
rated it
4 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Recommends it for:
Gothic buffs!
Gustave Doré's illustrations for Edgar Allen Poe's poem are gothic, dramatic, crowded with angels and spirits, revelling in light and shade. There are some technical errors - the suggestive cone of shadow repeatedly shown over the chamber door doesn't really make sense, and an ornithologist would be unlikely to identify the depicted bird as a raven! - but the eye-poppingness of the pictures overwhelms any failings. I'm always impressed by engravings because the artist has to attend to every squa...more
I have loved this one since I was in elementary school and a teacher read it to the class ... I remember I had. No clue the words that were being read meant. I did however get terribly created out. Made my mom go buy this huge book of poe's poems and writings and I have read it religiously ever since. In fact I just read the raven to my roommate a couple weeks ago who never read it. What's funny is trying to read it out loud and trying to make it sound like it does when I read it in my head is v...more
I love this poem and have done since reading it as a child.
Unfortunately the phrase 'You get what you pay for' is particularly relevant when it comes to the free Kindle version of this poem. Through some glitch or another the poem is published 3 times, only one of them readable (the others being a line of poetry then someones name or still containing the [illustration] tags). Unfortunately the formatting is poor for that too so that, instead of a stanza'd poem, you get several paragraphs of pro...more
Unfortunately the phrase 'You get what you pay for' is particularly relevant when it comes to the free Kindle version of this poem. Through some glitch or another the poem is published 3 times, only one of them readable (the others being a line of poetry then someones name or still containing the [illustration] tags). Unfortunately the formatting is poor for that too so that, instead of a stanza'd poem, you get several paragraphs of pro...more
Bez Filozofie básnické skladby Havrana ani nečtěte. Nemá to smysl. Poe ho prakticky rozebere za vás, navíc vám dá jeho osobní náhled na dílo, ke kterému se klasickým rozborem nedostanete. Zjistíte, proč volil trochej a jako refrén zrovna nevermore. Doporučuji pro všechny, kteří chtějí Havrana nejen číst, ale i pochopit.
ادگارآلن پو را با داستانهاشاش میشناختم و سپیده جدیری را با شعرهایاش حال با خواندن این کتاب «سپیده» را مترجمی توان یافتم و «پو» را شاعری همطراز «پو»ی نویسنده.
At first, I found the poem a bit depressing and poems full of remorse and tragedy are not my best pick. Then, I began reading up on the history of Edgar Allan Poe and all he encountered and these small activities inspired and influenced me:
1. He lost his mother and brother at the age of 3
2. His college girlfriend died after he wrote a poem to Helen for her
3. His secret fiance Elmira was taken away from him before he graduated from the University of Virginia
Life experiences and talking about them...more
1. He lost his mother and brother at the age of 3
2. His college girlfriend died after he wrote a poem to Helen for her
3. His secret fiance Elmira was taken away from him before he graduated from the University of Virginia
Life experiences and talking about them...more
The first thing that came to my mind when I saw this pretty little book was the Edgar Allan Poe look-alike competition of Stars Hollow on Gilmore Girls.
The first thing that came to my mind when I started reading this book was: "What the hell is this? Wordsworth mixed with Walter de la Mare?:"
The first thing that came to my mind once I had read it was: "Why didn't I give Poe's poetry a chance before?"
Of course, I had read a few like Eldorado, Annabel Lee and Lenore before, but some like A Drea...more
The first thing that came to my mind when I started reading this book was: "What the hell is this? Wordsworth mixed with Walter de la Mare?:"
The first thing that came to my mind once I had read it was: "Why didn't I give Poe's poetry a chance before?"
Of course, I had read a few like Eldorado, Annabel Lee and Lenore before, but some like A Drea...more
Wow, I never thought I'd see a really great picture book version of The Raven! This a really beautiful edition and a wonderful way to share poetry with my son. The illustrations are fitting and help readers who don't understand the older wording to get the story.
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 b...more
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 b...more
Very complex story. The man was a genious. When reading it might sound boring, but analyze it and actually study the poem. Trust me. One of my favorite poems ever. I still can't get the first stanza out of my head.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over a quaint noice of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Someone who was rapping, rapping at my chamber door,
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door
Only this and n...more
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over a quaint noice of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Someone who was rapping, rapping at my chamber door,
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door
Only this and n...more
`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...more
`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...more
The Raven gets a 5 star rating because of its classic creepiness and the fact that it has stayed with me so long after having read the piece.
Like all Edgar Allan Poe works it is mysterious, delirious and intensely emotional - a contemplation of life, loss and death. Since reading the Raven many years ago, I've been determined to include a raven-esque figure in one of my stories and finally found a place for one in my own novel Willow the Vampire and the Sacred Grove. While the context and creat...more
Like all Edgar Allan Poe works it is mysterious, delirious and intensely emotional - a contemplation of life, loss and death. Since reading the Raven many years ago, I've been determined to include a raven-esque figure in one of my stories and finally found a place for one in my own novel Willow the Vampire and the Sacred Grove. While the context and creat...more
Leave it to Poe to wrap chilling, dramatic and heart breaking together in a single package of music that flows off the tongue like water.
I love how the tone escalates through the poem.
It rises and falls so beautifully that I can imagine it being performed on stage without any background music.
He was certainly a complicated man, I remember when I was much younger and read The Tell Tale Heart and loved the curious mix of dark atmosphere and raw human emotion.
His style has a lure that I can't re...more
I love how the tone escalates through the poem.
It rises and falls so beautifully that I can imagine it being performed on stage without any background music.
He was certainly a complicated man, I remember when I was much younger and read The Tell Tale Heart and loved the curious mix of dark atmosphere and raw human emotion.
His style has a lure that I can't re...more
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The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Raven,” and “The Fall of the House of Usher.” This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundr...more
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“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.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, 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."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.”
—
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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.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, 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."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.”
“Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.”
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