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..a REAL masterpiece..

Contributed by Man_On_High on Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 10:39:01 PM in AEST
Topic: poets




The Raven

by: Edgar Allen Poe


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 of someone gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"Tapping at my chamber door:
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember,
It was in the bleak December,
And each seperate dying ember
Wrought It's 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 radient maiden
Whom the angels named 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
" 'Tis some visitor entreating
Entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating
Entrance at my chamber door:
This is it and nothing more."

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,
And 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.

Deep into that darkness peering,
Long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams
No mortals 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, "Lenore:"
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 thereat is,
and this mystery explore;
Let my heart be still a moment
And this mystery explore:
'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 or yore.
Not the least obseisance made he;
Not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady,
Perched above my chamber door,
Perched upon a bust of Pallas
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 chest be shorn or 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 Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly
Fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though It's answer little meaning
Little relevancy bore;
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust
Above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven sitting lonely
On the placid bust spoke only
That one word, as if his soul
In that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered,
Not a feather then he fluttered,
"Till 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."

Startled at the stillness broken
By reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters
Is It's 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
That melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore.' "

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 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 expessing
To the fowl whose firey eyes
Now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining,
With my head at ease reclining
On the cushioned velvet lining
That the lamp light gloated o're,
But whose velvet, violet lining
With the lamp-light gloating o're
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser,
Perfumed by 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 and nepenthe
From thy memories of Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!
Prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether
Tempter 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 the Heaven that bends above us,
By the God we both adore,
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if,
Within the distan Aidenn,
It shall clasp a saintly maiden
Whom the angels name Lenore:
Clasp a rare and radient maiden
Whom the angels name Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting,
Bird or fiend!" I shreiked upstarting:
"Get thee back into thee temptest
And the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token
Of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
Quit the bust above 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 who is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o're him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


Edgar Allen Poe














Copyright © Man_On_High ... [ 2005-08-09 22:39:01]
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Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 11:32:46 PM AEST
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bravo bravo I loved this one thanks for reminding me I need to sit down and do some reading
Michelle


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 06:28:53 AM AEST
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stands and claps bravo bravo.
I am speechless.


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by Vermilion on Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 08:24:11 AM AEST
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I've had the complete peice memorised by the time I was seven. I have it pinned to my wall. It's in my English folder, too! I'm obsessed. It's beautiful, an all time favourite of mine.
Yours,
Vermilion..


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 12th August 2005 @ 01:05:10 AM AEST
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U may not have written this but i bet u could have if u wanted 2 just as good if not better . .

Ben


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 08:27:18 AM AEST
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wow...ive never even heard of this poet before....but I was missing some excellent poetry..

this was outstanding to read....thank you so much for sharing this brilliant piece with us!

you know your poetry!


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 07:18:15 PM AEST
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Yes.yes.a real true masterpiece. Good write, for all to know.!

Brew~


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Monday, 29th August 2005 @ 09:55:59 PM AEST
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You've chosen a great poet for ur mentor my friend. Although I think u could've written something like this with ease. You're a truly talented, artistic and gifted young man. Follow ur heart my friend.
Hugs from ur fan,
Dreamer


Re: ..a REAL masterpiece.. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 03:57:36 PM AEST
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When I read, "I Find Her Nevermore" I KNEW you had to
be somewhat influenced by Poe. esp The Raven in particular.
I had to do a critique on this in highschool and fell in love
with Poe's work immediately! How wonderful of you to remind
us of this great poet!

~Breezy




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