Chapter 2
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071: That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
072: `Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store.’
073: So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.
074: By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
075: Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
076: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore.’
077: Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
078: This it is, and nothing more.
079: On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore.
080: Merely this and nothing more.
081: `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting
082: Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’