Matt (mslpanthers13) wrote, @ 2003-11-07 07:29:00

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 angles named Lenore___
Nameless here fore ever more.


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 mortal 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 something 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 your.
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.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"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."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning___little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door___
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered___
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before___
On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore___
Till the driges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never___nevermore.'"


But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore___
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of your
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."


This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloated o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee___by these angles he hath sent thee
Respite___respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this king nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!___prophet still, if bird or devil!___
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest toss thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted___
On this home by Horror haunted,___tell me truly, I implore___
Is there___is there balm in Gilead?___tell me___tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"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___
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angles name Lenore___
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angles name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"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!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness un broken!___quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
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 my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted___nevermore!

damn that raven and his nevermores si1ence 2003-11-08 10:37 (link)

well, since i don't know Alison or Ansyl (did i spell that right) i can't help u much. but since Alison is your friends gf maybe u should choose the other. i mean it just depends who YOU like more. And i got aids from my dog yesterday... Hehe im joking... no i don't think u can get aids from a dog. dog and cat aids are different from human aids. But the real question is... Can we get Aids from a monkey? i am not going to have sex with a monkey to find out... so science, sadly may never know... -cris (Reply to this) (Thread)

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	Matt ! prettynpinko 2003-11-11 19:03 (link)
	Matt ! yo~! your journal's kinda freaky lol but i still love you ! see ya in homeroom#$!@ <33 Kacey <3's Jacob- lol- <333 KACEY<333 Kacey (Reply to this) (Thread)