lit_ipsum 0.9.6 → 0.9.7

data/lib/texts/poe/the-raven.txt

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+# The Raven
+
+
+# by
+
+# Edgar Allan Poe
+
+
+
+  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 name 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 visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
+  Some late visiter 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 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 the 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 upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
+                                     With such name as "Nevermore."
+
+  But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
+  That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
+  Nothing farther 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 hath 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 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 has 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 shadows on the floor;
+  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
+                                     Shall be lifted--nevermore!

metadata

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 --- !ruby/object:Gem::Specification
 name: lit_ipsum
 version: !ruby/object:Gem::Version
-  version: 0.9.6
+  version: 0.9.7
 platform: ruby
 authors:
 - Jac Bergenson
@@ -65,13 +65,19 @@ files:
 - lib/lit_ipsum.rb
 - lib/lit_ipsum/austen/pride_and_prejudice.rb
 - lib/lit_ipsum/austen/sense_and_sensibility.rb
+- lib/lit_ipsum/carroll/alice_in_wonderland.rb
+- lib/lit_ipsum/dickens/oliver_twist.rb
 - lib/lit_ipsum/doyle/sherlock_holmes.rb
+- lib/lit_ipsum/poe/raven.rb
 - lib/lit_ipsum/poe/usher.rb
 - lib/lit_ipsum/version.rb
 - lib/texts/austen/pride-and-prejudice.txt
 - lib/texts/austen/sense-and-sensibility.txt
+- lib/texts/carroll/alice-in-wonderland.txt
+- lib/texts/dickens/oliver-twist.txt
 - lib/texts/doyle/the-adventures-of-sherlock-holmes.txt
 - lib/texts/poe/the-fall-of-house-usher.txt
+- lib/texts/poe/the-raven.txt
 homepage: https://github.com/bergbergs/lit_ipsum
 licenses:
 - MIT