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Title: First Gutenberg Collection of Edgar Allan Poe

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

Posting Date: June 6, 2010 [EBook #1062]
Release Date: October, 1997

Language: English

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The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

October, 1997 [Etext #1064]*

THE RAVEN

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