...What this grim ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking, " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim,...

...13. Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! 14. " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that...

...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...lamplight 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...

...thinking what this ominous hird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous hird ining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit...me — who knows how ? — To thy chamher-window, Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls...

...Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent...

...Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls...

...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancv unto fancv, thinking what this ominous bird of vore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous...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...

..."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...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls...

...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 75 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls...

...Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never-nevermore.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...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...