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 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, She shall 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.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! Copyright 1845. Edgar Allan Poe. Poe Stories. |
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven
Happy Halloween everyone. Please enjoy this classic literature, by Edgar Allan Poe.
Grand Theft Auto V news.
So I love video games, and I love the Grand Theft Auto series. I have been waiting, and waiting to see when they were going to release news or updates about 5. Well a few months back I heard that in fact they were making 5. I began to think that they were going to release this game for the next gen consoles like the PlayStation 4, or the Xbox 720 (the name hasn't been officially announced). They released the release date. It's going to be next Spring 2013 for current consoles. Meaning the PlayStation 3, and the Xbox 360 will be getting some Grand Theft Auto love.
Well I am excited and I can't wait to buy it and play it. Till next time.
Picture courtesy of Rockstar Games. The iFruit phone. |
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Space Food.
So we went to the free museum day. Forgive the rant about Blogger's photo limit. When we we were at the Museum Of Flight we got to see the astronauts food. When we were in the gift shop we saw that they were selling the dehydrated astronaut food. We both were like we are gonna have to try this.
It was interesting to say the least. It was obviously dry, but I was thinking that it would melt better in my mouth. If you ever have a chance to try dehydrated astronaut food go for it. At least I can say I did it. Till next time.
It was interesting to say the least. It was obviously dry, but I was thinking that it would melt better in my mouth. If you ever have a chance to try dehydrated astronaut food go for it. At least I can say I did it. Till next time.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Mars Rover Curiosity First Scoop 10-8-12.
The Mars Rover Curiosity, took it's first scoop of the martian soil for analysis. Photo courtesy of NASA Photojournal.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Another year babe.
Another year
In our life together.
You are my sun that shines
I'm so thankful that you are mine.
Thank you for this life
Thank you for being my wife.
Thank you for being my light
I love you.
Thank you.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Weekend review: 10-6-12 / 10-7-12.
So this weekend was our time to celebrate our anniversary. This will be twelve years together, and two years being married. When Seattle got the great wheel, we were like we have to go and see it, and think about riding it. Now I'm scared of enclosed spaces, and heights, so this might put a damper on our plans to do this outing for the great wheel. Well it was time for our trip. We got up early and headed towards the waterfront in Seattle. If you have never been to Seattle the hills are absolutely crazy! We find a parking lot, and right across the street is the great wheel. The first picture in the series is the view from the sidewalk. I hope you enjoy the picture presentation of our amazing day. The photos are a mix of Melissa's, and mine.
The Seattle Great Wheel.
On the way to the gum wall.
The Gum Wall.
In the alley on the way to Pike Place Market.
Pike Place Market.
On our way home.
P.F. Changs for dinner.
I would have taken more pictures of dinner but I was to busy eating the awesome food!
I am so glad we went. Even if I did have some anxiety of going, knowing that I can do that kind of thing is awesome. I am still not a fan of downtown Seattle but I know we can do it if we need to. Melissa thank you for being you, and thank you for being my best friend, and my wife. I love you, happy anniversary. And to many more with you.
The Seattle Great Wheel.
Can I just say I hate the name they gave this. The Seattle Great Wheel. |
I'm glad I took a picture of these because you don't get to keep the tickets. |
On the way to the gum wall.
The Gum Wall.
This was filled with people the whole entire time we were there. |
This was the heart Melissa, and I made. |
In the alley on the way to Pike Place Market.
Pike Place Market.
The obligatory public market center picture. |
This pictures doesn't do the crowd of people justice at all. |
The world famous fish throwing. |
The feathered residents. |
Hard Rock Cafe. |
My first bubble tea. Not very good, and not what I was expecting. |
On our way home.
E.M.P. Experience Music Project. |
P.F. Changs for dinner.
I would have taken more pictures of dinner but I was to busy eating the awesome food!
I am so glad we went. Even if I did have some anxiety of going, knowing that I can do that kind of thing is awesome. I am still not a fan of downtown Seattle but I know we can do it if we need to. Melissa thank you for being you, and thank you for being my best friend, and my wife. I love you, happy anniversary. And to many more with you.
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