The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

  • # 7313 Apr '12
    Shall be
lifted—nevermore!

    Shall be lifted—nevermore!

  • # 7213 Apr '12
    And my soul from out that shadow that
lies floating on the floor

    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

  • # 7113 Apr '12
    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 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;

  • # 7013 Apr '12
    And the raven, never flitting,
still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

  • # 6913 Apr '12
    Quoth the raven,
"Nevermore."

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

  • # 6813 Apr '12
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and
take thy form from off my door!"

    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

  • # 6713 Apr '12
    Leave no black plume as a token of
that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

  • # 6613 Apr '12
    "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!

    "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!

  • # 6513 Apr '12
    Quoth the raven,
"Nevermore."

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

  • # 6413 Apr '12
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom
the angels name Lenore."

    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

  • # 6313 Apr '12
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if,
within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

  • # 6213 Apr '12
    "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—

    "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—

  • # 6113 Apr '12
    Quoth the raven,
"Nevermore."

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

  • # 6013 Apr '12
    Is there—is there balm in
Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"

    Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"

  • # 5913 Apr '12
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this
desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

  • # 5813 Apr '12
    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of
evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here
ashore,

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

  • # 5713 Apr '12
    Quoth the raven,
"Nevermore."

    Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

  • # 5613 Apr '12
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and
forget this lost Lenore!"

    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"