| THE RAVEN | [Etext #1063] |
| THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH | [Etext #1064] |
| THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO | [Etext #1065] |
| ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while Ipondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgottenlore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came atapping, 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 thefloor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought toborrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lostLenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels nameLenore— Nameless here for evermore. |
| And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purplecurtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never feltbefore; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stoodrepeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamberdoor— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more.” |
| Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then nolonger, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly yourforgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you camerapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I openedwide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. |
| Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood therewondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dreambefore; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave notoken, 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 meburning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something atmy window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mysteryexplore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mysteryexplore;— ’Tis the wind and nothingmore.” |
| Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt andflutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayedhe, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamberdoor— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamberdoor— ... BU KİTABI OKUMAK İÇİN ÜYE OLUN VEYA GİRİŞ YAPIN!Sitemize Üyelik ÜCRETSİZDİR! |