Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 289 pages of information about Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works.
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Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 289 pages of information about Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works.

  Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
  “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
  Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
  Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—­
  Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
      Of ‘Never—­nevermore.’”

  But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
  Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and
    door;
  Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
  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.”

  This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
  To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
  This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
  On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
        She shall press, ah, nevermore!

  Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
  Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 
  “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—­by these angels he hath
    sent thee
  Respite—­respite aad nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! 
  Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”
        Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

  “Prophet!” said I, “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—­is there balm in Gilead?—­tell me—­tell me, I implore!”
      Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

  “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—­prophet still, if bird or devil! 
  By that Heaven that bends above us—­by that God we both adore—­
  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.” 
        Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

  “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.”

  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!

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