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Summary of "The Raven"


Stanza 13:

  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."