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the raven

once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious volume of frgotten lore-
while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" tis some visiter," 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 gost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly i had sought to borrow
From my book surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name 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,