Ravens

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?

That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.

That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.

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.

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.

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.

Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

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.

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!"