The Raven in English, well read
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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 if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more a distinctly. I remember it was in the bleak December and each separate dying ember brought its ghost upon the floor eagerly. I wished the morrow vainly. I had sought to borrow from my books. Cease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore nameless here for Evermore. And the silken sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me. Filled me with fantastic terror never felt before. So that now to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating to some visitor in treating entrance at my chamber door, some late visitor in treating entrance at my chamber door. This it is and nothing more presently, my soul grew stronger. Hesitating than no longer sir. Said I or madam, truly your forgiveness. I implore but the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarcely was sure I heard you here. I opened wide the door, darkness there and nothing more deep into that darkness. Peering long. I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams. No mortal ever dared to dream before. But the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token. And the only word there spoken was the whispered word lenore. This I whispered and an echo murmured back. The word le norm merely this and nothing more back into the chamber. Turning all my soul within me burning. Soon again, I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely said. I surely that is something at my window lattice. Let me see. Then what they're at is and this mystery explorer, let my heart be still a moment. And this mystery explorer tis the wind and nothing more open here. I flung the shutter when with many a flirt and flutter in there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of your not the least obesi made he not a minute, stopped or stayed. He but with mine of Lord or lady perched above my chamber door, perched upon a bust of palace just above my chamber door, perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou I said art sure. No, Craven ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what thy Lordly name is on the Knight's Plutonian shore. Quote, the Raven nevermore much. I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly though it's answer, little meaning little relevancy. Boor for, we cannot help agreeing that no living human being ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door with such a name as Nevermore. But the Ravens sitting lonely on the placid bus spoke only that one word as if his soul in that one word. He did outpour nothing farther than he uttered. Not a feather than he fluttered till I scarcely more than muttered. Other friends have flown before on tomorrow. He will leave me as my hopes have flown before. Then. The bird said never more startled at the stillness broken by replies. So aptly spoken, doubtless said I, what it utters is its only shock in store caught from some unhappy master whom a merciful disaster followed fast and followed faster till his songs won burden bore till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore of never never more. But the raven still beguiling all my fancy 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 omni bird of your, what this grim ungainly ghastly gaunt and omni bird of your 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 lamplight glow to door. But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating or she shall press? Ah Nevermore. Then me thought the air grew denser perfumed from an unseen sensor. Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. Wretch. I cry to thy God hath lengthy by these angels. He hath sent the respite respite and then from thy memories of Lenore, oh, this kind and forget this lost Lenore. Quote. The Raven never more prophet said, I thing of evil prophet still if bird or evil, whether tempter sent or whether Tempus tossed the he ashore, desolate yet all undaunted on this desert land and Shaun on this home by horror haunted. Tell me truly, I implore is there is there. And Gilead tell me, tell me, I implore quote, the raven nevermore prophet said, I think of evil prophet still if bird or evil by that heaven that bends above us, by that God, we both adore. Tell this soul with sorrow laden. If within the distant Aidan, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Quote the raven never more be that word. Our sign of parting birder fiend. I shrieked up starting get the back into the tempest. And the Knights 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. Quote, the Raven nevermore and the Raven never flitting still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of palace just above my chamber door and his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaming and the lamplight or him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted never more.