{"id":1648,"date":"2023-10-22T06:09:49","date_gmt":"2023-10-22T06:09:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lampbylit.com\/magazine\/the-raven\/"},"modified":"2023-10-22T06:09:49","modified_gmt":"2023-10-22T06:09:49","slug":"the-raven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lampbylit.com\/magazine\/the-raven\/","title":{"rendered":"The Raven"},"content":{"rendered":"
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,<\/div>\n
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<\/div>\n
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u2019Tis some visitor,\u201d I muttered, \u201ctapping at my chamber door\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Only this and nothing more.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;<\/div>\n
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eagerly I wished the morrow;\u2014vainly I had sought to borrow<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 From my books surcease of sorrow\u2014sorrow for the lost Lenore\u2014<\/div>\n
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Nameless here<\/em> for evermore.<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain<\/div>\n
Thrilled me\u2014filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2019Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door\u2014<\/div>\n
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0This it is and nothing more.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,<\/div>\n
\u201cSir,\u201d said I, \u201cor Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,<\/div>\n
That I scarce was sure I heard you\u201d\u2014here I opened wide the door;\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Darkness there and nothing more.<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,<\/div>\n
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, \u201cLenore?\u201d<\/div>\n
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, \u201cLenore!\u201d\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Merely this and nothing more.<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,<\/div>\n
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSurely,\u201d said I, \u201csurely that is something at my window lattice;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore\u2014<\/div>\n
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u2019Tis the wind and nothing more!\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,<\/div>\n
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door\u2014<\/div>\n
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Perched, and sat, and nothing more.<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,<\/div>\n
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,<\/div>\n
\u201cThough thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,\u201d I said, \u201cart sure no craven,<\/div>\n
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore\u2014<\/div>\n
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night\u2019s Plutonian shore!\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth the Raven \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,<\/div>\n
Though its answer little meaning\u2014little relevancy bore;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door\u2014<\/div>\n
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With such name as \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only<\/div>\n
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nothing farther then he uttered\u2014not a feather then he fluttered\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Till I scarcely more than muttered \u201cOther friends have flown before\u2014<\/div>\n
On the morrow he<\/em> will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Then the bird said \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,<\/div>\n
\u201cDoubtless,\u201d said I, \u201cwhat it utters is its only stock and store<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore\u2014<\/div>\n
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of \u2018Never\u2014nevermore\u2019.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,<\/div>\n
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore\u2014<\/div>\n
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Meant in croaking \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing<\/div>\n
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom\u2019s core;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 On the cushion\u2019s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o\u2019er,<\/div>\n
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o\u2019er,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0She<\/em> shall press, ah, nevermore!<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer<\/div>\n
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWretch,\u201d I cried, \u201cthy God hath lent thee\u2014by these angels he hath sent thee<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Respite\u2014respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;<\/div>\n
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth the Raven \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cProphet!\u201d said I, \u201cthing of evil!\u2014prophet still, if bird or devil!\u2014<\/div>\n
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 On this home by Horror haunted\u2014tell me truly, I implore\u2014<\/div>\n
Is there\u2014is<\/em> there balm in Gilead?\u2014tell me\u2014tell me, I implore!\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth the Raven \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cProphet!\u201d said I, \u201cthing of evil!\u2014prophet still, if bird or devil!<\/div>\n
By that Heaven that bends above us\u2014by that God we both adore\u2014<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore\u2014<\/div>\n
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth the Raven \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBe that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!\u201d I shrieked, upstarting\u2014<\/div>\n
\u201cGet thee back into the tempest and the Night\u2019s Plutonian shore!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Leave my loneliness unbroken!\u2014quit the bust above my door!<\/div>\n
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Quoth the Raven \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still<\/em> is sitting<\/div>\n
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon\u2019s that is dreaming,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the lamp-light o\u2019er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;<\/div>\n
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shall be lifted\u2014nevermore!<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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