Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. (Line 1)
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. (Lines 37, 38)
''...Tell this 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.'' (Lines 93-96)
''...Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'' Quoth the Raven ''Nevermore.'' (line 101-102)
GO TO HELL YOU BIRD OF EVIL!!!!!
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! (line 106-108)
Man vs. Self Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”