“The Raven” paraphrasing stanzas 14-16

Jonathan Estilien
3-13-17
Pd 7

Then, methought, the air grew compact, perfumed from an unseen container were
incense is burned during religious ceremony
Swung by angelic being whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“unfortunate,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Rest—rest and forget from thy memories of Lenore;
Drink alcohol, oh drink alcohol this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Speaker for god!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether a person that tempts sent, or whether a windy storm tossed thee here ashore,
Deserted off all people yet all not discouraged, on this desert land bewitched—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there fragrant ointment in a district of ancient Palestine?—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 heavily loaded if, within the distant Garden of Eden,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”