while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This i whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Much i marvelled this ungainly fowl to her discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore'.
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking ''Nevermore."
Get on bird
"thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
you thing of evil i say!
And the Raven, never flitting , still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;