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                                lamp-light gloated o'er,
                        But whose velvet violet lining with the
                                lamp-light gloating o'er,
                        She shall press, ah, nevermore!

                        Then, methought, the air grew denser,
                                perfumed from 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,
                        Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and
                                forget this lost Lenore!"
                                Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

                        "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!
                                prophet still, if bird or devil!--
                        Whether Tempest sent, or whether
                                tempest 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 that Heaven that bends above us - by that God
                                we both adore --
                        Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant
                                Aidenn,
                        It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name
                                Lenore --
                        Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
                                name Lenore."
                                                                Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."


                        "Be that word our sign of parting, bird
                                or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
                        "Get thee back into the tempest and the
                                Night's 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!"
                                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's that is dreaming,
                        And the lamp-light 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!
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