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The Raven

  

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 

over many a quaint and curious colume of forgotten lore, -

while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 

as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"It is some visitor", - I muttered, taping at my chamber door; 

Only this and nothing more".

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak december

and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly i wished the morrow; -vainly I had sought to borrow

from my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore

for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels vame Lenore:

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; 

so that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"It is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,

some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door:
This is and nothing more".

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