Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary (Line 1)
Open here I flung my shutter, when with many a flirt and flutter, in there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. (Line 37 and 38)
Tell the soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name lenore - clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Quoth the Raven"Nevermore" (Line 93-96)
Man vs. Self
"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." (Line 97- 102)
"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!
"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"