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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'."
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Portraits of Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven Illustrated by Dore
Poe's Grave in Baltimore, MD
Poe's House in Baltimore, MD
Poe Museum in Richmond, VA
Poe's Cottage in New York City
Edgar Allan Poe Art
Edgar Allan Poe book from 1882
Illustrations by Manet
Random Poe
