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Miscellaneous => General Off-Topic => Topic started by: D. Ein on October 24, 2005, 04:22:04 PM
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I just read edgar allan poe's most famous work, the raven. Wow, it's incredible.
The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
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 someone 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 forevermore.
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 the 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, 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 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.
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 the 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 further 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 dirges 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 yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus 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 lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind 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 tossed 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 angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels 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 unbroken! -- 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 lamplight 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!
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Some people's tastes might vary from mine, but i found this poem amazing.
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that's really cool.
i saw a simpsons halloween special spoof this but i never actually read the thing. Razz
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Ah, yes. I've read it before. Great poem.
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Yeah...now, what does teh thread name have to do with anything!? 0_0;;
All in favor of admin changing the thread name, say "222"
222!
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LOL
222! Razz
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223!
Hah! I say it stays. Simply because, he chose it to be like that. It's important to him, and it would damage the thread if it was change.
Okay, It wouldn't, but still! <_<
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So, your saying that Zomfgzorzhaxshaz@@@@@@@@@ is an okay title? <_<
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.........
<span style='font-size:0pt;line-height:100%'>and to think that tough dragon was n00bish enough</span>
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Quiet you!
D. Ein, just edit your first post and change the title, everyone hates it!
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God damn, I sure don't know how to Quiet me down!
D. Ein, I'm such a n00b, and you know it. everyone hates me!
Razz
jk
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God, a lot of people chose to spam this... well, just so you stop spamming, i'll change the title, if i can... i'm still a noob so while i'm writing this message i have no idea whatsoever if i can change the title, so please don't flame me for that later.
Also, i chose that title because when i read the poem i was all like, "ZOMFGZORZHAXSHAZ TEH ADEGAER ALLEN ROWE R TEH PWZN!!! I R TEH LUV TEH ADEGAER POWE"... so yes.
Anyway, if you don't like the thread just say you don't like it and don't flame me for being a noob... i didn't choose to be one Sad
~Ein
EDIT: Looks like i can't change it. If someone wants to hide this, be my guest
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Dude, don't worry about it. Poeple should just ignore the title if they hate it so much, instead of spamming up a perfectly good topic. I was just told you to change it, to get everyone to hush. So speaking of the terrible title for this topic I shall, 'nevermore.'
Now anyways. I remember reading that poem in grade eight. We did a poetry unit and we had a book full of poems, The Raven, was one of them. It was quite a good poem indeed.
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t3h r4v3n iz t3h k00l
it r0x0rz m3 b0x0rz
Razz
i read it for my one English class when we talked about poetry and had to read to the class, MAN that was fun.
And it's a perfectly good title, it DID get your attention right?? Exactly!
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Oh my gosh I haven't read that poem in so many years... I had it in a book with a lot of other Edgar Allen Poe poetry, but... well... I lost it.
Thanks for getting it back to me D. Ein, and YES! the title did get my attention.
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I found an audiobook version of The Raven, so you can put it on an MP3 player.
If anyone's interested, you can find it <a href='http://anon.salon.speedera.net/anon.salon/mp3s/poe2.mp3' target='_blank'>here</a>.
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Read The Fall of the House of Usher. Good stuff.
And I wouldn't worry too much about spam. It's the only way a topic will get more than 4 replies.
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I think I watched a movie of the Fall Of The House of Usher. It was some old movie, and had only four characters in it. Crazy movie indeed...
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Read the story it makes a lot more sense.
At least to me.
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I think I might have read, "The Fall of the House of Usher", at some point. I know I read one of Poe's stories. Might of been that one, or another... I can't clearly remember. I know it had something to do with murder and intrigue.
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All of EAP's poems and novels have to deal with murder and sadness. As far as i'm aware, he had a very tough life, which made him go goth, or emo, or whatever. Anyway, I've read his story "Tell-tale heart", and his poem "The raven". both of these creations are.... interesting, but still. Anyway, my highschool english teacher told us that all of his creations deal with bad stuff. Yes.
*cough*
~Ein
P. S. Oh yeah, and aminaga: In your earlier post, you said the title was nooby. Well... Let me tell you that it was meant in a sarcastic way, sort of. I was quite capable of creating a normal title, but I sometimes poke fun at n00bsp33k, and that pushed me to creating that title Razz
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LOL.
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|\ Surprised
IT DOES EXIST!!!
Welcome back...again!
Dude every time he found love she died, mom, lenore, etc. i would be a little dark too if that happened.
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The guy fell in love with his 10 year old cousin.
If I remember right.
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Xzar, what's so funny?
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Imagining an emo Edgar Allen Poe, I assume. Back then they didn't have black nail polish for all the emo goths.
Razz