Twilight Love Family

I read one of his books in class for LA

 

If you type up all of "The Raven" Then I'll give you a cookie.

 

........i never really got the point of the Raven......but....whatever......he only earned like 20 bucks for writing it....

 

hey ppls wassup?

 

...........-_-..........someone take a shotgun and please shoot me twenty times.......

 

Why? NoD was sooooooo right

 

ok i get ignored -.-

 

Sure, I'll just drive to your house, which is who knows where, break in, and start shooting you, and most likley all of your family because i won't know which one is actually you -_-

 

*findes Elmo and tyes him to Kiburedo*

 

heh *brings in an amry of elmo*

 

*Brings in an army of barnies to make war with the elmos.*

 

.....-_-.......*sigh*.......

 

Damn...It's from page 293 to 295....Might as well get started.....

" 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, 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
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 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! "

 

u guys are weird

 

....

*Gives Kairi a cookie*

I love the last part the bestest.

My favorite Poe poem too.

 

thank you :D *huggy*

 

*walks in*

now I'm sad

 

:sly: Thank you. *eats cookie* I like the Raven too. "Have you ever read the Bridal Ballad"?

 

......huh.......interesting........*gives another cookie*

 

the what...?