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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=36907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Raven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,<br>Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--<br>While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<br>As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.<br>"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--<br>Only this and nothing more."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,<br>And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.<br>Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow<br>From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--<br>For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--<br>Nameless here for evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain<br>Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;<br>So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating<br>"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--<br>Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;<br>This it is and nothing more."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,<br>"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;<br>But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,<br>And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,<br>That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--<br>Darkness there and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,<br>Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;<br>But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,<br>And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"<br>This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--<br>Merely this and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,<br>Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.<br>"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;<br>Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--<br>Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--<br>'Tis the wind and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,<br>In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.<br>Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,<br>But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--<br>Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--<br>Perched, and sat, and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,<br>By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,<br>"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,<br>Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--<br>Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"<br>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,<br>Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;<br>For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being<br>Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--<br>Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,<br>With such name as "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only<br>That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour<br>Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--<br>Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--<br>On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."<br>Then the bird said "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,<br>"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,<br>Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster<br>Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--<br>Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<br>Of 'Never--nevermore.'"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,<br>Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;<br>Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking<br>Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--<br>What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore<br>Meant in croaking "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing<br>To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;<br>This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining<br>On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,<br>But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er<br>She shall press, ah, nevermore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer<br>Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.<br>"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee<br>Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!<br>Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"<br>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--<br>Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,<br>Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--<br>On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--<br>Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"<br>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!<br>By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--<br>Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,<br>It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--<br>Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."<br>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--<br>"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!<br>Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!<br>Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!<br>Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"<br>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting<br>On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;<br>And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming<br>And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;<br>And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor<br>Shall be lifted--nevermore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
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