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, tapping 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

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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
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Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
      Am                               C
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
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"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door 
      Em                              F
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
         G               Am
Merely this, and nothing more"

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Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
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Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before
         Am                             C
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
         F                             G
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
       Em                               F
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" 
       G                  Am
Merely this, and nothing more

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      Am                              G
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning
      F                               G
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
          Am                                C
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice
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Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore 
       Em                               F
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore
         G                 Am
'Tis the wind and nothing more"

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Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
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In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore
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Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he
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But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door 
         Em                         F
Perched upon a bust of Arice just above my chamber door 
              G               Am
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

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Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
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By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
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"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore 
        Em                              F
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore"
           G            Am
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

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         Am                           G
Now the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
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That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour
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Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered 
        F                                    G
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before 
         Em                             F
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before"
           G         Am
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore"

( Am )

          Am                                   G
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer 
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Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor
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Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
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Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore 
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What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
           G         Am
Meant in croaking "Nevermore"

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            Am                                 G
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! 
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Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
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Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted 
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On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore 
              Em                                 F
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore"
           G          Am
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

            Am                               G
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil
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By that Heaven stretched above us - by that God we both adore 
            Am                           C
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn
          F                                G
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore 
        Em                                 F
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore"
           G           Am
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

          Am                               G
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting 
          F                             G
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore
           Am                           C
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken
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Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door
          Em                                   F
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door"
          G            Am
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

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         Am                               G
Now the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
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On the pallid bust of Arice just above my chamber door
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
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And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
        Em                                  F
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
         G
Shall be lifted - nevermore
 
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