Текст песни classic poetry aloud - The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once at midnight , an hour moody , exhausted from thinking ,
I dozed off on one page folio ,
And suddenly woke up from the sound , as if someone suddenly caught ,
Though muffled so caught in the door of my house .
" Guest - I said - there is knocking at the door of my house ,
Guest - and nothing more. "

Oh , I remember clearly , was then a rainy December ,
And from each flash red shadow slid on the carpet ,
I've waited for the day of grim given in vain waited to book given
Relief from sorrow for the lost Lenore ,
By saint, what is there in the Garden of Eden , the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here ever since .

Silk alarm rustling in purple drapes, shades
Polonius , a vague horror filled me all
And so it became easier heart arose, I repeated wearily :
"This is only a belated guest at the threshold of my
Some belated guest at the threshold of my
Guest - and nothing more. "

And recover from fright, I met a guest , as a friend.
" Excuse me, sir il lady - I greeted him , -
I fell asleep from boredom here , and were so quiet sounds
So your inaudible knock at the door of my house ,
That I barely heard you "- I opened the door : none
Darkness - and nothing more.

Darkness surrounded by midnight , so I was immersed
In dreams that have not yet dreamed of anybody until now ;
I waited in vain for so however , the darkness I did not give the sign ,
Only one word out of the darkness came a voice unto me , " Lenore ! "
This I whispered , and an echo whispered to me, " Lenore ! "
Whispered , as a reproach .

In the searing grief about the loss , I slammed the door firmly
And I heard the same sound , but more clearly in order .
" This is the same sound of the recent - I said - through the window shutters,
Wind howls a reason for it in my window ,
This wind slammed the shutters at the window of my -
Wind - nothing more. "

I just opened the shutters - the age-old Raven came ,
Smoothing noisy mourning his feathers ;
Without a bow , it is important proudly made ​​it decorously , firmly,
Overlooking the lady or the threshold of my Lord ,
On the bust of Pallas just above the threshold of my door
Villages - and nothing more.

And waking from sadness, I smiled at the beginning,
Seeing the importance of the black bird , prim her enthusiasm .
I said, "Your views will be meddling , your toupee shabby black,
About sinister ancient Raven, where Pluto darkness stretched ,
How do you proudly called where darkness stretched Pluto ? "
Croaked the Raven : "Nevermore."

Cry me a clumsy bird blew chill ,
Though her ​​answer without sense of place , was the obvious nonsense :
After all, should all agree is unlikely to happen
To the village at midnight bird taking off from curtains,
Suddenly, on the bust above the door of the village, taking off from curtains,
Bird with the nickname "Nevermore."

Raven was sitting on the bust like this word sadness
His whole soul he poured out all night in the open space .
He sat with his beak somknuvshiesya nor pen motionless ,
And I suddenly whispered , sighing : " As friends recently,
Tomorrow he will leave me , as hope from now on . "
Croaked the Raven : "Nevermore!".

When answering so successful I started gloomy calm ,
And I said, " Sure, he solidified a long time,
He borrowed the word from the host such
Who is under the yoke of evil rock heard , like a sentence,
Knell of hope and his death sentence
Heard in this "nevermore".

And with a smile , as in the beginning , I was waking up from sorrow ,
Raven pulled a chair up to , looking at him ,
Sat on a purple velvet harsh in thinking ,
I wanted to say that word Raven prophetic for a long time ,
I gloomily prophesied that Raven, prophetic for a long time ,
Karkom hoarse : "Nevermore."

So, in brief half asleep , pondering zagadnoy ,
Feeling like a Raven in my heart plunges burning eyes ,
Dim -lit chandelier , weary head
I would have to lean on a pillow on the pattern ,
Ah, here it will not bow to the pillow pattern
Never about nevermore!

It seemed to me