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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.’

084: ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.

085: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing

086: Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

087: This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

088: Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore

089: Perched, and sat, and nothing more.