Der Rabe (1951)

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   few visible scars

   and for those with limited German, I followed it using this... (and lots of other places)
   
   https://www.eapoe.org/works/poems/ravent.htm 3 years 6 months ago
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   nbats

   https://noodlemagazine.com/watch/1604887_168162880
   
   https://vk.com/videos14378603?z=video14378603_163599170%2Fpl_14378603_-2 3 years 10 months ago
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   John Milton

   (mod-edit: dead link removed)
   
   Edgar Allan Poe
   
   The Raven
   
   [First published in 1845]
   
   horizontal space 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 named Lenore -
   Nameless here for evermore.
   
   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 darkness 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 somewhat 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 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 above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
   With such name as `Nevermore.'
   
   But the raven, sitting lonely on the 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.'
   
   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 gloating 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 angels he has sent thee
   Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
   Quaff, oh 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 named Lenore -
   Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named 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 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! 10 years 10 months ago

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