On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!
On a dreary night, a man was in sorrow for
the loss of his wife, Lenore. While he nodded, nearly
napping there came a sudden tapping as if someone
gently rapping at his chamber door. He thought
it was a visitor and nothing more.
On this bleak December night, with each dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, the man was in
sorrow for his lost Lenore. So faintly, there came more
tapping, tapping on his chamber door.
Then the man heard a tapping on his window. He
thought it was the wind and nothing more. He opened the shutter and in stepped a stately raven. The
Raven perched himself up on the man's chamber door.
The man went to the door and asked, "Tell me what
thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian Shore!"
The Raven replied, "Nevermore."
The man wondered what kind of name that was. The
Raven spoke that one word as if his soul in that one
word he did outpour. Then the man said, "On the
morrow he will leave me as hopes have flown before."
The man wheeled a velvet chair in front of the Raven. There he sat upon the velvet sinking engaged in
guessing and kept telling the Raven to leave. The
Raven would only reply with, "Nevermore."
The man shrieked, "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!"
Eventually, the man died. But the Raven is still
perched up on the man's chamber door with eyes that have all of the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.
Tell me what thy lordly name is.
Tap Tap Tap
Quit the bust above my
door!