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  • Other friends have flown before—on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
  • Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more.
  • Nevermore
  • "What it utters is its only stock and store, caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster followed fast till his songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore of 'Never—nevermore.'"
  • Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more.
  • Lenore...
  • This it is and nothing more       
  • Wretch, these angels he hath sent thee—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!
  • Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more.
  • Lenore...
  • Tis some visitor entreating at my chamber door                          
  • Nevermore
  • But the Raven, sitting ,spoke only, that one word, as if his soul was in that one word he did .Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered
  • This it is and nothing more        This it is and nothing more       
  • Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more. Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more.
  • Lenore... Lenore...
  • Tis some visitor entreating at my chamber door                           Tis some visitor entreating at my chamber door                          
  • Tis the wind and nothing more ! Nevermore
  • LENORE !
  • Lenore
  • But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, I betook myself to linking thinking what this ominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore .                             Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
  • Tis some visitor tap only this and nothing more.
  • Tis the wind and nothing more !
  • Nevermore
  • Then,  the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, it came from outside
  • Nevermore
  • Prophet! Thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!—Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—Is there balm in Gilead?
  • Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, ,ghastly grim and ancient Raven—tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore
  • By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Eden,It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
  • And the Raven, never flitting, still is sittingabove my window; 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!
  • Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend. 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 window!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my window!
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