The Raven (Christopher Lee)
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📄 Poem Transcript & Spoken Verse
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The
Raven Once Upon a Midnight dreary while
I pondered weak and weary over many a
quaint and curious volume of Forgotten
law while I nodded nearly napping
suddenly there came a
tapping as of someone gently repping
repping at my chamber
door to some visitor I muted
tapping at my chamber door only this and
nothing
more distinctly I remember it was In The
Bleak December and each separate dying
Ember brought its ghost upon the
floor eagerly I wished the
tomorrow vainly I had sought to borrow
from my books s ceas of
Sorrow sorrow for the Lost
Lenor for the rare and radiant Maiden
whom the angels
named
Lenor Nam less here forever
more and the silken sad uncertain
rustling of each purple curtain thrilled
me filled me with fantastic Terrors
never felt before so that now to to
still the beating of my heart I stood
repeating to some visitor intreating
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 mortal ever
dared to dream
before but the silence was
unbroken and the Darkness gave no token
and the only word there spoken was the
whispered word
Lenor this I whispered and an echo
murmured back the
word
Lenor 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
lce let me see then what there at is and
this mystery
explore let my heart be still a
moment and this mystery
explore test the wind and nothing
more open here I flung the
shutter when with many a flirt and
flutter in their stepped a stately
Raven of the saintly days of
Y not the least obeisance made he not a
minute stopped or stayed he but with
mean of Lord or lady perched above my
chamber door perched upon a bust of
Palace 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 wor
though thy Crest be Shor 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 qu The
Raven never more
much I Marvel this ungainly foul 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 blessed with
seeing bird above his chamber
door bird or beast above the sculptured
bust above his chamber door with such
name as never more
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 still I scarcely more than
muttered other friends have flown
before on the
morrow will he leave me as my hopes have
flown
before then the bird
said never
more startled at the Stillness broken by
rep 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 until his songs one
burden bore till the durges of his
hope that Melancholy burden bore of
never never
more but the
Raven still beguiling all my sad soul
into
smiling straight I wielded 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
your what this Grim
ungainly gaunt and ominous bird of your
meant in
croaking ever
more this I sat engaged in
guessing but no syllable expressing to
the foul whose fiery eyes now burned
into my bosom's
core this and more I sat divining with
my head at ease reclining on the
cushions velvet Violet lining that the
lamp light gloated
ore but whose velvet Violet
lining with the lamp light gloating or
she shall
press never
more then me thought the air grew denser
perfumed from an unseen sensor swung by
seraphim whose footfalls tingled on the
tufted floor wretch I cried thy God has
lent thee by these angels He has sent
thee respite respite and nepen
from thy memories of Leno qua oh qua
this kind
nepente and forget this lost
Lenor qu The
Raven never
more Prophet said I thing of evil
Prophet
still if bird or devil whether tempter
sent or whether The 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 bom in
Gilead tell me tell me I
impl qu The
Raven never more
Prophet said I thing of evil prophit
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 Aiden it shall
clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
named Lenor
clasp a rare and radiant Maiden whom the
angels named
Lenor quot The
Raven never
more be that word I a sign of parting
bird or Fiend I shrieked upstarting get
thee back into the Tempest and the
knight's plutonian Shore leave no black
plume as a token of that lie thy Soul ha
spoken leave my loneliness unbroken quit
the PST above my
door take thy Beak from out my heart and
take thy form from off my
door quote The
Raven never
more and the Raven never
litting still is
sitting still is sitting on the padded
bust of Palace just above my chamber
door and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demons that is
dreaming and the lamp light or him
streaming throws his shadow on the
floor and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor shall be
be
lifted ever more
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The
[Music]
Raven Once Upon a Midnight dreary while
I pondered weak and weary over many a
quaint and curious volume of Forgotten
law while I nodded nearly napping
suddenly there came a
tapping as of someone gently repping
repping at my chamber
door to some visitor I muted
tapping at my chamber door only this and
nothing
more distinctly I remember it was In The
Bleak December and each separate dying
Ember brought its ghost upon the
floor eagerly I wished the
tomorrow vainly I had sought to borrow
from my books s ceas of
Sorrow sorrow for the Lost
Lenor for the rare and radiant Maiden
whom the angels
named
Lenor Nam less here forever
more and the silken sad uncertain
rustling of each purple curtain thrilled
me filled me with fantastic Terrors
never felt before so that now to to
still the beating of my heart I stood
repeating to some visitor intreating
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
[Music]
door Darkness
there and nothing
more deep into that Darkness peering
long I stood there wondering fearing
doubting Dreaming Dreams no mortal ever
dared to dream
before but the silence was
unbroken and the Darkness gave no token
and the only word there spoken was the
whispered word
Lenor this I whispered and an echo
murmured back the
word
Lenor 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
lce let me see then what there at is and
this mystery
explore let my heart be still a
moment and this mystery
explore test the wind and nothing
more open here I flung the
shutter when with many a flirt and
flutter in their stepped a stately
Raven of the saintly days of
Y not the least obeisance made he not a
minute stopped or stayed he but with
mean of Lord or lady perched above my
chamber door perched upon a bust of
Palace 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 wor
though thy Crest be Shor 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 qu The
Raven never more
[Music]
much I Marvel this ungainly foul 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 blessed with
seeing bird above his chamber
door bird or beast above the sculptured
bust above his chamber door with such
name as never more
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 still I scarcely more than
muttered other friends have flown
before on the
morrow will he leave me as my hopes have
flown
before then the bird
said never
[Music]
more startled at the Stillness broken by
rep 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 until his songs one
burden bore till the durges of his
hope that Melancholy burden bore of
never never
more but the
Raven still beguiling all my sad soul
into
smiling straight I wielded 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
your what this Grim
ungainly gaunt and ominous bird of your
meant in
croaking ever
more this I sat engaged in
guessing but no syllable expressing to
the foul whose fiery eyes now burned
into my bosom's
core this and more I sat divining with
my head at ease reclining on the
cushions velvet Violet lining that the
lamp light gloated
ore but whose velvet Violet
lining with the lamp light gloating or
she shall
press never
more then me thought the air grew denser
perfumed from an unseen sensor swung by
seraphim whose footfalls tingled on the
tufted floor wretch I cried thy God has
lent thee by these angels He has sent
thee respite respite and nepen
from thy memories of Leno qua oh qua
this kind
nepente and forget this lost
Lenor qu The
Raven never
[Music]
more Prophet said I thing of evil
Prophet
still if bird or devil whether tempter
sent or whether The 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 bom in
Gilead tell me tell me I
[Music]
impl qu The
Raven never more
Prophet said I thing of evil prophit
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 Aiden it shall
clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
named Lenor
clasp a rare and radiant Maiden whom the
angels named
Lenor quot The
Raven never
[Music]
more be that word I a sign of parting
bird or Fiend I shrieked upstarting get
thee back into the Tempest and the
knight's plutonian Shore leave no black
plume as a token of that lie thy Soul ha
spoken leave my loneliness unbroken quit
the PST above my
door take thy Beak from out my heart and
take thy form from off my
door quote The
Raven never
[Music]
more and the Raven never
litting still is
sitting still is sitting on the padded
bust of Palace just above my chamber
door and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demons that is
dreaming and the lamp light or him
streaming throws his shadow on the
floor and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor shall be
be
lifted ever more
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
📖 Video Description & Literary Context
Goodbye my Love (May 27th 1922 – June 7th 2015)
Thank you for the movies, the songs, the memories. Thank you for all.
Thank you for being the best and thank you for being my hero.
I will always love you my hero.
God please give him back to me :( :( :(
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The Raven written by Edgar Allan Poe
Read by Sir Christopher Lee
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