The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary,While I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curiousVolume 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 doorOnly this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember,It was in the bleak December,And each separate…
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