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“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,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.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallasjust above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seemingof a demon’s that is dreaming,And the lamp-light o’er him streamingthrows his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadowthat lies floating on the floorShall be lifted—nevermore!
— from, "The Raven" 1cf. See Also
by Edgar Allan Poe
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