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The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
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 someone 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 name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
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 the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness 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, something 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 the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
 Malcor · Sun Aug 13, 2006 @ 07:05pm · 2 Comments |
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i hate myself and ye i feel better i broke up with steohanie and i feel glad that im not hurtign anymore but i know she is and i feel bad i ahte hurtign pl and its jsut not fun i hate this i feel liek s**t i should have bought that shirt i saw a shirt that said
THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO IS HURT YOU
(but yoiur still on the list)
and i feel bad for hurting stephanie but i cant fix it so i guess ill sjut crawl into ym room and play guitar and hang with my band entill i can work over this thn i think ill wait a couple years till i can find a girl in that time ill write song i mean if i get famos then i cant drag my girl everywere or my work to her so i guess ill be singel for the next 5 years....oh well love ya all and please for gods sake pm me or somethign i feel rel unloved cuz no one ever pms me.
on a nicer note i got my ear pirsed again
Malcor · Tue Aug 08, 2006 @ 11:36pm · 2 Comments |
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linad rrealy want the katanas^^
Malcor · Fri Jul 28, 2006 @ 04:43pm · 0 Comments |
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yay i jsut got 2 new cd's i bought rammstein's mutter and megadeath's greatist hits so now i have
metallica s&m( Symphany and metalica)
metallica reload
metallica black album
metallica master or puppets
jethrotull's greatist hits
rammstein mutter
megadeath greatist hits
queen night at the opera
rush spirit or the radieo
system of a down hypnatized
^^
Malcor · Mon Jun 19, 2006 @ 04:32am · 1 Comments |
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ha its 666 and nothig happened lol....
Malcor · Tue Jun 06, 2006 @ 09:54pm · 0 Comments |
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my monouluge on soldiar-side by system of a down |
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soldiar side
a song by system of a down
monouloge by brandon k waters.
charector: tristian delour
prt.first class 102nd infantry
Oww dammit!!! you want to be a little gentler meddic? .....we came here four years ago thinking we'd see some cool suftt and them leave....but thats not how it ended up as you can see..." come to the army ,we'll teach you how to realy live and survive in the us of a"....what they realy ment was " come to the army, so we can use you as another human shield so we can show another country how powerfull"...but i have a question for washington if we're so powerfull why didnt we jsut bobm them back?that would save countless lives...includign those of countless insergents,: why yes sir i am a whight skined muslum male like yourself" that would get anyone killed .....* pauses and looks down smileing* winston churchill said " war is hell"....but the man had no ******** clue. i wish i was in hell....its proably colder...and once your there you dont have to die.......ha not dieing we all grow up and for what ...to die. " why what do you wanna be when you grow upp tommy?"......." whell sir i wanna growup and get shipped to some gowd forsaken shithole to die ina war i never wanted"....yep that was te life i chose....its funny thought my best frined pretended to be gay s he wouldnt get drafted...they didnt believe him...but it was funny...entill three das after basic training they set him here and some suicidal sumbitch blew him up....* starts to cry a bit* we looked for half an hour and all we found was his head....thats all they sent to his mother and sister. i used to protest these stupid things and now look at me they burned my guitar and acid washed jeans and shaved my head as the pastor read me my last rights....tis is not ho we should setttle things...if i ever get out of here i know i'll protest war entill ppl wont fight anymore.* loks down and a single tear escapes is eye rolling down his cheek as he looks back up*
" they were crying when theyre sons' left, and god was wearng black, we've gone so far to fing the truth.."WE'RE NEVER COMEING BACK.
i know this is gunna make some ppl hate me.....but i wrotew it recently and i was a little depressed and it all jsurt came out tell me what ya think.
Malcor · Sun May 07, 2006 @ 08:50am · 0 Comments |
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