the raven edgar allen poe

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  • the gentle rapping and tapping began
  • always alone but never lonely i sat by the fire lost in my books worlds and never meeting other people a silent night it began and last how long  a night 
  • prophet this thing of evil if bird or devil. desolate yet all undaunted on this dessert land enchated on this home by horrror huanted tell me truly i implore is there balm in gilead i implore tell me tell me i implore . yet the raven qouted again nevermore 
  • nevermore
  • on a cold winter night by the fire it began a rapping and tapping as if some sir or madame was knocking on my chamber door ....... Edgar Allen Poe depicted a picture of a wintery night in a library on which the expoistion was given its setting of a nighttime snow filled visit from a raven 
  • nevermore
  • Edgar Allen Poe depicted that there was internal conflict of forever lonleiness to which his life contained 
  • nevermore
  • Edgar Allen Poe was depicted to have shown the raven no kindnes and began by yelling out to the gosds that he would not take the raven qouting he thought it was the devil bird and unworhty he implored the gods to take the raven back into the night away from his house and away from his chamber door
  • nevermore
  • Poe cried out to lenore a supposed maiden and begged to forget this lost lenore
  • respite respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of lenore. qauff oh quaff this kind of nepenthe and forget this lost lenore
  • Poe shreiked at the bird crying out for it to leave into the night from whence it came to leave the chamber door and fly away
  • be that our sign in parting, bird or feind,' i shreiked get thee back into the tempest and the night's plutonium shore .leave no plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken leave my lonliness unspoken quit the bust above my door take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door
  • and the raven still flitting remains sitting on the bust of pallas above my chamber door his eyes that of a demon dreaming throwing his shadow acroos the floor my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore
  • yet still it sat on the chamber door striking fear into his heart and it remained their nevermore
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