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 The raven himself is hoarse
 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
  Under my battlements.  
 The raven himself is hoarse
 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
  Under my battlements. 
 The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,
 White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,
  Fair as read more 
 The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,
 White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,
  Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,
   Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl
    His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite
     To sooty blackness from the purest white. 
 The Raven's house is built with reeds,--
 Sing woe, and alas is me!
  And the Raven's couch read more 
 The Raven's house is built with reeds,--
 Sing woe, and alas is me!
  And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds,
   High on the hollow tree;
    And the Raven himself, telling his beads
     In penance for his past misdeeds,
      Upon the top I see. 
 Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
 As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
  Boding to read more 
 Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
 As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
  Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief. 
 Did ever raven sing so like a lark
 That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?  
 Did ever raven sing so like a lark
 That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? 
 And still the Raven, never flitting,
 Still is sitting, still is sitting
  On the pallid bust of read more 
 And still 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. 
 Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly 
shore,--
 Tell me what thy lordly name is on read more 
 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!" 
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.