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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried,…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. Though thy crest…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did…

— Edgar Allan Poe

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

— Edgar Allan Poe

“ The End of the Raven "On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting I awakened to the ranting of the…

— Henry N. Beard

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded,…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Belatedly I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, belatedly I loved thee. For see, thou wast within and I was without,…

— St. Augustine of Hippo

“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the…

— Frederic Manning

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew…

— Thomas Moore

“I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“I clung to him while, overhead, the clouds burst forth a final brilliant streak of golden red, as if the gates of heaven themselves…

— Susanna Kearsley