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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Presently my soul grew stronger

The Raven:

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.”

Edgar Allan Poe

ntodd

January 29, 2019 | Permalink

Comments

Prophet!, said I. Thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil! By the heaven that bends above us, By the God we both adore!

Eh, that's it. Tried to memorize that poem in the 5th grade. Broken bits and pieces of it still stick in my mind.

Posted by: Rmj | Jan 30, 2019 10:48:08 PM

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