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[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:11 PM
One of the greatest authors/poets ever. Who else enjoys his works? I think his best work is 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."

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.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
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 me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

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

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

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "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 further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, 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-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

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 ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous 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 lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls 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 memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
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- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in 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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

the_GoDdEsS
11-25-2005, 12:12 PM
Raven is good but I never really thought it was brilliant or anything. I liked his sick killer stories. To kill a man just because of his eye.

nieh
11-25-2005, 12:14 PM
I love the flow and rhyme scheme to the Raven. I used to have a collection of Poe stories that I can barely remember anymore. I remember liking the Black Cat or something along those lines.

the_GoDdEsS
11-25-2005, 12:15 PM
Yeah, the flow is what's good about it. Heh, the Black Cat, yes.

Izie
11-25-2005, 12:16 PM
I liked the stories better too, but I like the poetry as well.

Annabel Lee <3

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:16 PM
Raven is good but I never really thought it was brilliant or anything. I liked his sick killer stories. To kill a man just because of his eye.

The Tell-Tale Heart- Brilliant.

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:17 PM
I liked the stories better too, but I like the poetry as well.

Annabel Lee <3


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Conspiracy of One
11-25-2005, 12:18 PM
"It must have been his eye, for whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold."

I love the Tell-tale Heart, one of my favorites by Poe.

belen1979
11-25-2005, 12:18 PM
i liked the black cat. i think it's great!!! but i cannot say you more, because the titles are different i think. i know them in spanish, so... can it be THE "something" OF AMONTILLADO? I liked that a lot too

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:19 PM
"It must have been his eye, for whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold."

I love the Tell-tale Heart, one of my favorites by Poe.

"But why will you say i am mad ?!"

" He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."

Sin Studly
11-25-2005, 12:20 PM
Oscar Wilde and Sin Studly are both better poets.

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:20 PM
Oscar Wilde and Sin Studly are both better poets.

Oscar Wilde may be, but Edgar Allan Poe is a genius.

the_GoDdEsS
11-25-2005, 12:22 PM
I like Wilde better than Poe. Much better. He's one witty fuck.

Sin Studly
11-25-2005, 12:22 PM
Yes, he was. That being said, Oscar Wilde and Sin Studly are still far superior poets.

Izie
11-25-2005, 12:23 PM
Hello? Wilde owns.

And movies made using his plays are amazing, especially when they have Rupert Everett in them.

*runs off to finish the movie*

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:24 PM
http://eserver.org/books/poe/black_cat.html

http://eserver.org/books/poe/

Sin Studly
11-25-2005, 12:27 PM
Wilde is the only poet in recorded history superior to Sin Studly.

the_GoDdEsS
11-25-2005, 12:28 PM
Yeah, I like Sin Studly's style, topics, vocab and especially wit better than Poe.

What I didn't like about Poe is that he's all the same in his works. It's all dark and gloomy and it seems like the atmosphere never changes. It's a good read once in a while when you're in the mood for it but it'd get dull reading all of him at once.

The Talking Pie
11-25-2005, 12:30 PM
I like The Premature Burial, Eleonora and The Cask of Amontillado especially. Poe's kind of overrated though, largely thanks to emo gothy kids. But one should not overlook his excellence. The Raven definately kicks ass.

Back in Black
11-25-2005, 12:40 PM
I hate Edger Allen poe.

Human
11-25-2005, 12:42 PM
I thik I bought a book by him when I was 6 or something. I finished it in no time but only because I was bored. I didn't enjoy it all that much but I guess I was too young to enjoy it anyways even if I could enjoy War and peace at 7...maybe I'll try it again sometime....

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:48 PM
I thik I bought a book by him when I was 6 or something. I finished it in no time but only because I was bored. I didn't enjoy it all that much but I guess I was too young to enjoy it anyways even if I could enjoy War and peace at 7...maybe I'll try it again sometime....

Check my links, and read a quick poem.

Human
11-25-2005, 12:52 PM
Thta's pretty cool. I don't have any "fancy" words to say about it but yeah, there isn't much to say on it except for talent, depth, thought, cool, etc.

China Boy
11-25-2005, 12:56 PM
I don't like poetry. I prefer literature.

[Warning] Nimrod In Town
11-25-2005, 12:57 PM
Poetry's far better than litterature.

Human
11-25-2005, 12:58 PM
Agree with Richard.

Cejus
11-25-2005, 01:09 PM
Edgar Allan Poe is one of my two favourites authors. His stories are just fucking amazing. I don't know which of the is my favourite... maybe "Ligeia (http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/works/ligeia.html)", "The masque of the red death (http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/works/reddeath.html)" or "The murders in the Rue Morgue (http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/works/murders.html)". I just love all of them! You should really check them out, most of his works are worth it.

Oh, and for the spanish-speaking people on this forum, you should listen to the song "Annabel Lee" by Radio Futura. It's an adaptation of the original poem by Poe. There's also a newer version of this song, featuring Bunbury (http://s22.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1S7W436OCGWYI1D27TC7BQCS7J ) .



(I've just found this site with almost every single story he wrote: http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/Work.html) Enjoy! :)

TheUnholyNightbringer
11-25-2005, 01:39 PM
Edgar Allen Poe's amazing but I just don't read enough of him, even though I know I should.

The Raven's my second favourite poem ever, after Robert Browning's The Laboratory.