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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ once upon
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a midnight dreary,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀while I pondered, weak
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and weary, over many a quaint an
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀d curious volume of forgotten lore, whil
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀e 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, "tappi
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ng at my chamber door— only this, and nothi
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ng more." ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
⠀⠀⠀⠀bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrough
⠀⠀⠀ts ghost upon the floor. eagerly I wished the morrow;-
⠀⠀vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sor
⠀row-sorrow for the lost Lenore- for the rare and radiant maid
en whom the angels name Lenore- nameless here for evermore. an
⠀d 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 en
⠀⠀⠀⠀treating entrance at my chamber door- some late visitor entreating entrance
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀at my chamber door;- this it is, and nothing more." presently my soul grew s
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tronger; hesitating then no longer, "sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiv
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀eness 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 s
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door; darkness there, and nothing more.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was th
⠀⠀⠀⠀e 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 so
⠀⠀ul within me burning, soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "sure
⠀ly," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: let me see, then, what th
ereat is, and this mystery explore- let my heart be still a moment and this mystery expl
⠀⠀ore;- ‘tis 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 sain tly days
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of yo re; not t he least obeisance made he; not amin
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ute stopped or staye dhe; but, with mien of lord
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or lady, perched above my c hamber door- perched upon
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a bust of Pallas just above my ch amber door- perched, a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nd sat, and nothing more. then th is ebony bird beguili
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ng my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and ste rn decorum of the co
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀untenance it wore. "though thy crest be shorn and shaven , thou," I said, "a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rt sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly s
⠀⠀⠀⠀♥♥♥♥- 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, tho
⠀⠀⠀ugh its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore; for we cannot help agr eeing t
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hat no living human being ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamb
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀er door- bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, with s
⠀⠀⠀uch name as "nevermore." but the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke o
⠀⠀nly that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. nothing further t
⠀⠀⠀hen he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered- till I scarcely more than mutter ed
⠀"other friends have flown before- on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have f lo
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wacbefore:” then the bitd@said, “nevermo
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