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I heart this poem. and it just randomely got stuck in my head.

Whoa, I just recently saw the Simpson's episode for it

ahahah. that episode rocked so much!

Quoth the server, 404?

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! w00t

Originally posted by Barker
Quoth the server, 404?

You're too big a geek to have babies with mhm
Let's just get drunk and make some bad choices, come along dear lookaround

Originally posted by silver_tears
You're too big a geek to have babies with mhm
Let's just get drunk and make some bad choices, come along dear lookaround
Bad choices? icon5

That's what you really think? nahuh

tis a great poem indeed

Originally posted by silver_tears
You're too big a geek to have babies with mhm
Let's just get drunk and make some bad choices, come along dear lookaround hm..i love "geeky" men. Sing me poetry, play me a song, paint me a painting. and I am floored!

Originally posted by Barker
Bad choices? icon5

That's what you really think? nahuh

You know, like doing it in the forest lookaround

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
hm..i love "geeky" men. Sing me poetry, play me a song, paint me a painting. and I am floored!


That's not geeky, that's talented

Originally posted by silver_tears
That's not geeky, that's talented

lol geeky is when the guy asks if you want to come over and be the Dungeon Master for DnD

Originally posted by silver_tears
That's not geeky, that's talented

hmm..i dunno talented people are generally seen as "geeks".

Show me a "cool" guy who writes/ reads poetry for instance.

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
hmm..i dunno talented people are generally seen as "geeks".

Show me a "cool" guy who writes/ reads poetry for instance.

Christian Bale droolio

i agree, but geeky is offten used in many ways, whether to describe someones who studies hard all the time and work and school dominate their life, or the DnD example proved above. But poety singing, music, art is generally seen as talent

Originally posted by silver_tears
How'd you hear about that?!?! icon5
I was only the one time and I was lonely disgust

The dungeon master you replaced told me. sly

Originally posted by silver_tears
Christian Bale droolio

*le gasp!*

Bale does?!


*dies some more*

ahahah.

I remember crushing on this guy in HS only because he recited the most beautiful german poem ever.

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
I heart this poem. and it just randomely got stuck in my head.




in_love i love that poem too

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
*le gasp!*

Bale does?!


*dies some more*

ahahah.

I remember crushing on this guy in HS only because he recited the most beautiful german poem ever.



I read he's an avid poetry fan, as well as animal like saver srug

I'm not a girl but I think Bale is awesome.

Go watch American Psycho and tell me he isn't!

Originally posted by silver_tears
droolio!

w00t

Glad we agree

I don't agree that he is drool worthy.

But I agree he is awesome.

Originally posted by Mr. Bacon
i agree, but geeky is offten used in many ways, whether to describe someones who studies hard all the time and work and school dominate their life, or the DnD example proved above. But poety singing, music, art is generally seen as talent

hmm...yeah...basically "geek" is a degratory term for anyone with intensity and passion fueled towards some particular thing, be it art or music or video games or books and et al.


"Cool" people have this lacking in intensity. They are "cool" towards everything and anything. Its a quality i precisely hate about them. Nothing ignites their curiosity and they couldn't care less about anything. They take it to be a sign of superiority. I take it as them missing out on devoting themself to something that makes them happy.

So yeah. "geeks" devotion to whatever that ignites their curiosity and interest is very admirable.

Originally posted by silver_tears
I read he's an avid poetry fan, as well as animal like saver srug



wow.

he is so..perfect.

Originally posted by silver_tears
You're banned disgust

Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!

Originally posted by Punkyhermy


wow.

he is so..perfect.



indeedles

Originally posted by silver_tears
You know, like doing it in the forest lookaround
As long as there's a blanket. srug

I'm no Caveman.

Originally posted by Barker
As long as there's a blanket. srug

I'm no Caveman.

Alright, but I'm on top this time sneaky2

Top hog. disgust

Pleasure outta pain my little lamb doped

Originally posted by Barker
Quoth the server, 404?

lol I love that one.

All night long I hear lookaround

Yeah, in bed while Im naked, whats your point?

Who said anything about a point ermm

Originally posted by silver_tears
Who said anything about a point ermm

Well your just a waste of air thenermm

Granted doped

Loserdoped

what?

I'm eating cake

Matt Groening. Genius! woot Seth McFarlen. Genius! woot

The Raven's brilliant.

Originally posted by Strangelove
Edgar Allan Poe is a genius!!




A GENIUS I SAY!

I.KNOW!!!!

was it ever in question?

I like Annabell Lee more

omg i remember that poem...we had to memorize it, but i forgot it already...

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
I heart this poem. and it just randomely got stuck in my head.






Good poem!I love the Simspons one of it as well.jm tv_happy

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
I.KNOW!!!!


That quote "Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"" was in my sig for almost a year...2 years ago

Quote the Server, 404

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
I heart this poem. and it just randomely got stuck in my head.




How the hell do you memorize the whole Edgar alan poe poem and have it stuck in youre head.....very bizzare to me.

Originally posted by Captain REX
Quote the Server, 404

w00t

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