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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Захватите редкую и сияющую девушку, которую называют ангелами Ленор.
O'er a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Пустынный, но все -таки неустрашимый, на этой пустынной земле очаровал -
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
В этом доме от ужаса с привидениями - скажи мне по -настоящему, я умоляю -

Есть ли в Галааде бальзам? - Скажи мне, скажи, я умоляю! »
Ah, distinctly I remember it’s in darkened bleak December;
Квот ворон «никогда».
And pythonic dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
"Пророк!" сказал я: «Вещи зла!»
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
Расскажите эту душу с скорбью, нагруженным, если, в отдаленном Эйденне,

Это пристегнет священную девушку, которую называют ангелами Ленор!
This is all and nothing more

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”
Ленор!


And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
"Пророк!" сказал мне: «Вещи зла! - Пророк все еще, если птица или дьявол! -
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Прислал ли искусный или буря бросили тебя сюда на берег,
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
«Будь тем словом, нашим знаком расставания, птицы или изверга!» Я закричал, выскочил -
‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
«Верни тебя обратно в буря и плутонский берег ночи!»


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Не оставляй черного шлейфа, как знак того, что лжи твоя душа говорила!
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
Оставьте мое одиночество непрерывным! - Выйдите из бюста над моей дверью!
I implore…
Возьмите свой клюв из моего сердца и возьмите свою форму со своей двери! »

Квот ворон «никогда».
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wond’ring, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
И ворон, никогда не летящий, все еще сидит, все еще сидит

На бледном бюсте Палласа чуть выше двери камеры;
Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
И у его глаз есть все виды демонов, которые мечтают,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
И лампа-свет, когда он потокосил его тень на пол;
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!

Nothing more!
Quoth, ворон «никогда»


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many flirt and flutter,
«Я мечтал увидеть когда -нибудь поэта,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Кто дух рубин, ужасная
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
Этот кусок мудрости - рев его души
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Моя шляпа отправляется на мистер. По! »
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wand’ring from the Nightly shore —
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore”

Yeah, for we can’t help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Nevermore! Nevermore! Nevermore!

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his 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 —
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 —
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy 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 eerie bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and haunted 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 mem’ries of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

«It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

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!"
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore!

Lenore!

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! — Prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
“Be that word 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 hath 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 shadow on the floor;

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”

“I dreamed to see someday the poet,
Who's heart is ruby, awful-woed
This piece of wisdom – his soul’s roar
My hat is off to mr. Poe!”
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