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The Raven - Poem by Edgar Allan 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 some one 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 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.

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 it is, 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,
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 word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, '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
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
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 crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no
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 its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
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
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 its 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
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 expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls 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
Whether Tempter 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
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 in parting, bird or fiend,' I shrieked,
'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
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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Poems About Rap

  1. 1. The Raven , Edgar Allan Poe
  2. 2. Would You Like Orange Juice With That? , ToddMichael St. Pierre
  3. 3. Miss T , Walter de la Mare
  4. 4. Sporadic Feelings 01 , Ashraful Musaddeq
  5. 5. 0370 Rap Knuckle Lyric , Michael Shepherd
  6. 6. ***become A Beautiful Person...*** , Sumita Datta
  7. 7. Full Moon , Victoria Sackville-West
  8. 8. $$ Play $$ , Marvin Brato Sr
  9. 9. Untitled , Henry Lawson
  10. 10. Lingard And The Stars , Edwin Arlington Robinson
  11. 11. The Weird Song [ Limerick Poem ] , Ency Bearis
  12. 12. Silence For Gaza , Mahmoud Darwish
  13. 13. Camelus Saltat , George Meredith
  14. 14. **i Do Not Care (New) , Sadiqullah Khan
  15. 15. The Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe , Anonymous English
  16. 16. Music Music Music , jessie cardona
  17. 17. Halloween , Alesia Leach
  18. 18. Dead Beat Dad , Rose Falcone
  19. 19. It's A Man's Man's Man's Man's World , gershon hepner
  20. 20. Cats Got My Tongue , David Darbyshire
  21. 21. Should You But Fail At—sea , Emily Dickinson
  22. 22. With The Lights Out (To Kurt Cobain) , Aram Stefanian
  23. 23. You Are My Sunshine , Kevin Eaglesfield
  24. 24. ***oh! What A Fun Creating A Snowman*** , Sumita Datta
  25. 25. Fortune , Pierre Jean de Beranger
  26. 26. My Cat , Rajesh Thankappan
  27. 27. Music! , Katie Swan
  28. 28. Tulips , Satheesan Rangorath
  29. 29. I Dream , katie badham
  30. 30. The Art Of Losing , Ruth Walters
  31. 31. Addiction , Sydney Daniels
  32. 32. Bum Rap , gershon hepner
  33. 33. A Random Poem About My Day In The Life O.. , Corey Threet
  34. 34. The Bard , JOE POEWHIT
  35. 35. Summer Rap , otteri selvakumar
  36. 36. Schadenfreude , William F Dougherty
  37. 37. A Ping Spike After Spike Milligan A Tho.. , Jonathan ROBIN
  38. 38. Music Paints The World , Emily Krauss
  39. 39. The Debate......Is Rap Poetry , Kaila George
  40. 40. My Plan , Claude Davis III
  41. 41. Moon Rap , otteri selvakumar
  42. 42. We , jasmine banahi
  43. 43. Rap , Juan Olivarez
  44. 44. A Quiet Rap For Poetry Teachers , Michael Shepherd
  45. 45. Trading Sex For Gas , gershon hepner
  46. 46. Born To Rap! ! , B S Kashyap
  47. 47. A Sky Of Promise , Ebi Robert
  48. 48. The Fairie's Fair , Zora Bernice May Cross
  49. 49. Pinky Sonata , Aldo Kraas
  50. 50. Late Evening Reflection On The Front Por.. , Bill Grace

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