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The Raven
, By Edgar Allan Poe
. Record for librivox. org, By Shurtagal.Share
00:09
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.
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00:25
It's some visitor! I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more. Ah, how 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 named Lenore
! Nameless, here forevermore!Share
00:56
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.
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01:15
This it is nothing more!
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01:19
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer, sir, said I, Or madam, truly your forgiveness, I implore.
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01:27
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!
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01:38
I opened wide the door. Darkness there, and nothing more.
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01:43
Deep into that darkness, peering long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams, no mortal ever dared to dream before. But the silence wasn't broken, and the darkness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was whispered, word
Lenore
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02:00
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word the North, merely this, and nothing more.
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02:07
Back into the chamber, turning all my soul within me, burning! Soon I heard again it's happened somewhat louder than before. Surely, said I surely there is someone at my window lattice. Let me see then what there at is! And this mystery explore!
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02:25
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore! It is 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 yore, and at least obeisance made he not an instant stopped to stay here.Share
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But with mine 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. This is ebony bird, beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decor of the cannon anti war!Share
03:03
The light, crispy, shorn and shaven thou! I said, art sure, no craven ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the Lordly name is on the nights plutonian shore!
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03:17
Close! The Ravens nevermore much! And marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly thought its answer little meaning little relevancy bore, 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 upon his chamber door, with such name as Nevermore!
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03:44
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 farther. Then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, till I, scarcely more than muttered.
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03:59
Other friends have flown before on the morrow! He will leave me, as my hopes have flown before!
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Then! The bird said Nevermore. Startled stillness, broken by reply, so aptly spoken, doubtless that I what it utters is only shocking store, caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster followed fast, and followed faster till his songs one burden bore so the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore of never Nevermore!
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04:33
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling straight. I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and
Boston
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04:42
Then, upon the velvet, sinking, I took myself to linking fancy unto fancy thinking what this ominous bird of yore, and this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore meant in croaking Nevermore!
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These are sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing to the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned my Boston's core! This and more! I sat divining with my head at ease, reclining on the cushions, velvet lining lamplight gloated over!
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05:12
But whose velvet lining with the lamplight gloated over! She shall press Nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser perfumed from an unseen sensor swung by angels whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor rats I cried, that God has lent the by these angels he have sent the respite, respite! And depends my memories of
Lenore
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05:41
Oh, quaff this kind nepenthe! And forget this lost
Lenore
! Croaked, The Raven
Nevermore profits that I think of Evil Prophet! Still! If bird or devil, whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, desolate! Yet all daunted on this desert land! Enchanted on this home of horror haunted! Tell me truly, I implore.Share
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Is there is there balm in
Gilead
? Tell me, tell me I implore. Of course the raven remare profits that I think 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 within the distant Aiden! It shall clasp a sainted maiden! Whom the angels named Lenore
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Clasp! A rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named
Lenore
!Share
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Croaked the raven Nevermore!
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06:42
Be that word of sina parting bird or fiend! I shrieked up, starting, get the back into the tempest! And the night's plutonian shore! Leave no black plume, as a token of that lie they still have spoken!
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06:54
Leave my loneliness! I'm broken! 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.Share
07:16
His eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight over 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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07:33
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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