So here it is for your downloading pleasure. Read along below, and marvel at how Poe brought out the cute and/or sexy in everyone's voices. Great job, all!
Happy Halloween...
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mollyringle and Zach (age two and three quarters).gavinworld: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
Starr: While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
mikailborg: " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;Only this, and nothing more."
lalael: Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Runswithlag: Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
ekatarina: For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,Nameless here forevermore.
shmuel: And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
krazycat: So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating," 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
zonga: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.This it is, and nothing more."
hess42: Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
serai1: But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
katymulvey: That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--Darkness there, and nothing more.
Amanda, age 6: Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
Ben, age 7: But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
astroman_rich: Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
all_timeqb: Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
dirae: "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
kalquessa: Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore." 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
kirstenfleur: 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.
snorklewacker: 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.
new_iconoclast: Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
maidenjedi: Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
bluesound: "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Minyaliel: Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
halfmute: Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
mollyringle: For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
radiofreecarbon: Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as "Nevermore."
The full text of "The Raven" is here.
