The Raven

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R. G. Badger & Company, 1898 - 36 pages

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User Review  - AngelaJMaher - LibraryThing

The Raven is a legendary poem, but within the other poems included are more words that will ring with great familiarity. Beautifully flowing poetry from an iconic author. Read full review

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The way the poem flows is beautiful. It makes you want to keep reading. And the illustrations are gorgeous. A dark poem about a man who has lost his love, Lenore. He hears someone knocking at his ... Read full review

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Page xxxiv - EAVE 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 ! " XXXV. A ND the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above
Page xx - I scarcely more than muttered, " Other friends have flown before : On the morrow he will leave me, As my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, " Nevermore! " XXI. OTARTLED 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
Page xxvi - XXVI. [ the cushion's velvet lining That the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, With the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! XXVII. THEN, methought, the air grew denser, tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls
Page iv - IV. T?ROM my books surcease of sorrow,— Sorrow for the lost Lenore,— For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels named Lenore,— Nameless here forevermore. V. A ND the silken, sad, uncertain Rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me,— filled me with fantastic
Page ii - AS of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. " "Pis some visitor," I muttered, " Tapping at my chamber door: Only this, and nothing more." III. [ ! distinctly I remember, It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought
Page ix - 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 darkness gave no token,
Page x - This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word " Lenore ! " Merely this, and nothing more. XI. "D ACK into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something
Page vii - PRESENTLY my soul grew stronger. Hesitating then 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,
Page xxxvi - ND the lamplight 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
Page viii - A ND so faintly you came tapping, Tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door: Darkness there, and nothing more.

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