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Omnia - The Raven
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Capo on 5th fret
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 some one gently rapping, tapping 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 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 name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
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Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
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Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
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"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
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Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
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Merely this, and nothing more."
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Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
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Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
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But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
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And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
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This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" –
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Merely this, and nothing more.
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Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
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Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
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"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice:
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Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
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'Tis the wind and nothing more."
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Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
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In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
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Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
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But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
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Perched upon a bust of Arice just above my chamber door –
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Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
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By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
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"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore –
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Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
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Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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Now the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
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That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
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Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered –
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Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before –
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On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
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Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
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Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
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What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
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Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! –
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Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
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Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
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On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore –
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Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
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Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
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By that Heaven stretched above us - by that God we both adore –
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Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
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It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
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Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
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Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting –
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"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
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Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
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Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
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Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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Now the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
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On the pallid bust of Arice just above my chamber door;
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
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And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
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And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
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Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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