[First published in 1845]
[First published in 1845]
|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.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating 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, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
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 lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas 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 wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn 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!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl 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 `Nevermore.’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 –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’Startled at the stillness broken by reply 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 till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled 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 yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
Sheshall press, ah, nevermore!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 has 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.’`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether 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 balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet 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 Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`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 Allen Poe and The Baltimore Ravens Part 2
A sad day for many, but for me it was a blessing in disguise. . To many Baltimore Colt fans 1984 was a very sad year when owner Bob Irsay packed their beloved team on a Mayflower and shipped them to Indianapolis in the middle of the night. I am not really sure of all the details, but I am sure it had a lot to do with money and field conditions.Memorial Stadiums field was in really bad shape.The Colts shared this stadium with The Baltimore Orioles and Indianapolis had good field conditions and a dome , so add 2+2 together and a business move,what you get is a city without a football team.
I was a young kid at 16 not much into football at the time, but can remember my father,uncles and all their friends cheering them on every Sunday, then the cheering had stopped. The Baltimore Colts were a part of the landscape from 1953 – 1984.
Baltimore football fans went without a team for 12 years.Art Modell the owner of The Cleveland Browns moved his team to Baltimore in 1995 most likely for some of the same reasons Bob Irsay moved the Colts.
I am sure The Cleveland Browns fans felt much the same as The Colts fans did, but they did rebound much sooner.
Now for the first time in 12 years Baltimore has a football team now faced with a dilemma of what to call our new team.
A fan contest was held when the Cleveland Browns moved to Baltimore to name. The name Ravens was selected over Marauders, Bombers and ‘Americans’ due, in part, to the fact that poet Edgar Allen Poe spent the last years of his life in Baltimore and one of his most famous poems is called,’The Raven.
The Baltimore Ravens are Born
The Ravens first ever regular season game was September 1, 1996 against the Oakland Raiders in Baltimore. The Ravens won 19-14.
The Ravens defeated the Denver Broncos, 21-3, in an AFC Wild Card Playoff Game at PSINet Stadium, the 1st home playoff game in Baltimore since 1977.
The Ravens scored 14 fourth quarter points to defeat Tennessee, 24-10, at Adelphia Coliseum to advance to the AFC Championship.
The Ravens then traveled to Oakland and defeated the Raiders, 16-3, in the AFC Championship game to advance to Super Bowl XXXV.
The Ravens defeated the New York Giants, 34-7, to capture their 1st World Championship in Super Bowl XXXV.
In the Ravens first year, I was 28 years old and still not a big football fan, but things were about to change.
Over the years The Ravens grew and grew on me until one day I couldn’t help myself anymore. And, with 8 years under my belt as a fan well, I should say,” A Raven Lunatic”, I live for Sundays and The AFC North Rivalry which includes ,The Cincinnati Bengals, The Cleveland Browns and my favorite, The Pittsburgh Steelers, which is another post within itself.
Also, I can’t forget to mention the newly formed rivalry between The Baltimore Ravens and The Indianapolis Colts.
Faithful Colt fans remain faithful for their team here in Baltimore while other fans embraced their their new team ,The Ravens.
Baltimore had become a very diverse city with a fans taking on different teams to fill in the hole in their heart in the absence of a team for 12 years, but me I will die a Ravens fan and all summer long I can’t wait for the cracking sounds of smashing of helmets , quarter-back sacks, deep ball completions for touch-downs, Raven running backs bursting through the defensive line for big gains, limping and bleeding opposition, Oh Yeah ! Come on September ! Come on Boys !
Being so young when the Colts left that night in 1984 my heart was not really with them and in a way I am glad football history had taken this turn.
I know where my heart is and it’s with The Baltimore Ravens.
Edgar , Allan and Poe