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Название: The Raven (Illustrated)

Автор: Эдгар Аллан По

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       Edgar Allan Poe

      The Raven

      (Illustrated)

      Including Poe’s Biography & Essays on His Selected Poems

      Published by

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      - Advanced Digital Solutions & High-Quality eBook Formatting -

       [email protected]

      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-1901-8

      Table of Contents

       The Raven

       The Philosophy of Composition

       The Raven by Sarah Helen Whitman

       The Raven by Edward Everett Hale

       The Dreamer: Biography of Edgar Allan Poe

      The Raven

       Table of Contents

      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, fearing,

       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 flutter,

      In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

       Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

       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.

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