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...— Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...grim and ancient raven, Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore."...

...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,...shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastty, grim, and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is...

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...emblem of the dark shadow of hie own worse than wasted life which conscience summons up before him. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...on the night's Plutonian shore ?" Quoth the Raven : " Never more." But the Raven sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if...

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