“"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!"”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“"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.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“"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."”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“"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."”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“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.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“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 lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies…”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.comTagged: Edgar Allan Poe, short stories, Scary Stories, Poems, Horror
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.comTagged: Edgar Allan Poe, short stories, Scary Stories, Poems, Horror