The narrator Quotes in The Raven
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store”…
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy…
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor…
“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door…
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
The narrator Quotes in The Raven
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store”…
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy…
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor…
“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door…
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!