Summary of "The Raven"
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Paraphrased Stanza 13:
Then, I thought, the air seemed to grow more thick, perfumed by burning incense I couldn't see
Sent moving throughout the room by Seraphim, the highest of the Angels, whose footsteps tinkled on the carpeted floor.
"Cruel one," I cried, "your God has sent you, by these angels he has sent you
Let up- let up and forget your memories of Lenore!
Drink, oh, drink this kind potion of forgetfulness and forget dead Lenore!"
The Raven said only, "Nevermore."
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