...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting...above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still...

...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...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...

...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting...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...

...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting...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...

...which has preceded them. The under-current of meaning is rendered first apparent in the lines — " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door :" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore I" It will be observed that the words, " from out my heart," involve...

...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven " Nevermore." ** Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting—...loneliness unbroken !—quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" duoth the raven " Nevermore."...

...kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting...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...

...kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting—...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...

...I/enon>." Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting. Bird or fiend !" I shriek'd, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest And...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...

...whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Never more." , Leave no black plume as a token ofthat lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more." In those elegant stanzas, the question in the first quoted is not...