Once upon a midnight dreary, while

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 December,
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 name 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 name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name 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!

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

从前一个阴郁的子夜，我想着薄弱和厌倦，
许多奇特的被遗忘
好奇的体积，而我点了点头，几乎入睡，突然有了一种攻丝，
仿佛有人轻轻叩击，叩击我的房门。
`是有人来了，”我喃喃地说，`叩击我的房门——
仅此而已，并没有更多。”

啊，我清楚地记得那是在阴冷的十二月，
每个单独的奄奄一息的余烬造成其在地板上的幽灵。
热切希望明天；-我徒劳地寻求借我的书
停止悲伤悲伤的失去了丽诺尔-
为难得的少女被天使叫作丽诺尔的
无名这里永远

和丝绸。悲伤的不确定每个紫色的窗帘
沙沙作响兴奋的我-我充满了前所未有的恐惧
；所以现在，仍然是我的心跳，我站在重复
`是有人想在我室入口门
晚一些人想在我室入口门；
-这是，并没有什么更多的，”

目前我的灵魂变得坚强；然后不再犹豫，
`先生，”我说，`或女士，真正的宽恕我恳请
；但事实上我正在打盹，等你来的
轻轻敲击，你来敲门又那么轻，轻轻叩击我的房门，
我差点以为我听到你在这里我敞开的门；-
那里的黑暗，并没有更多的
。
深入黑暗幽幽，我站在那里，疑惑，恐惧，
怀疑，梦见从前没人敢梦见
；但沉默是连续的，和黑暗给没有道理，
和唯一的词有词说是暧昧的，`丽诺尔！”
这我低声说，回声喃喃地说背单词，`丽诺尔！”
只是这并没有什么。

转身回到房中，我的心在我
燃烧，很快我又听到叩击比以前大。
`肯定，”我说，`肯定有什么在我的窗棂；
让我看看，是什么在那里，这奥秘探索-
让我的心仍然是的时刻，这奥秘探索；-
是风，没有更多的！”

我猛然推开窗户，当，与许多调情和颤振，
在那里加强了昔日的乌鸦庄重圣洁的日子。
没有片刻的他；停留一分钟不
；但是，以绅士淑女的风度，栖息在我的房门——
栖息在帕拉斯的我的房门——以上只是
坐，坐，并没有更多的

。然后这只黑鸟我悲伤的奇特的微笑，
的坟墓船尾穿着表情礼仪，即使你
`波峰被剪除你的头发，，”我说，`艺术
肯定不是懦夫。可怕的古乌鸦徘徊在夜间的海岸
告诉我你尊姓大名，在黑沉沉的冥府阴间！”
乌鸦说，`永不复还。”

我惊叹这丑陋的乌鸦听到如此直率的话语，
尽管它的回答毫无意义的小孔
关联；因为我们不得不承认，没有生活的人
曾如此有幸地看见一只鸟栖在他房门-
鸟或兽上方的半身雕像上面他的房门，
有这种名字`永不复还。”

但乌鸦，坐在肃穆的半身雕像，只说，
这一句话，仿佛他在这一个字它注出的灵魂。
没有进一步然后他说——没有一根羽毛然后他飞-
直到我几乎`喃喃自语其他朋友有飞行前-
在明天他将离开我，如同我的希望已飞过。”
然后鸟说，`永不复还。”

吃惊的寂静被回答恰如其分地说，
`无疑的，”我说，`什么句话是它唯一的本钱，
引起了一些不愉快的主人，无情的灾难
紧跟随后直到快，他的歌负担孔
直到他希望忧郁负担孔
“永不复的歌。”

但乌鸦还骗我悲伤的灵魂露出微笑，
直我把一个垫子的座位在鸟类和胸围和
然后，门前；在天鹅绒下沉，我走自己
花式连接到幻想，思考什么不祥的鸟
昔日这是什么可怕的，丑陋的，可怕的，憔悴，和不祥的，
意味着`仅叫鸟。”

我坐着猜想，但没有音节表达它的鸡
火热的眼睛现在燃烧进我的心坎；
这和我坐在占卜，放心斜倚
在坐垫的天鹅绒李宁，灯光幸灾乐祸地在我的头上，
但其紫色的天鹅绒李宁灯光爱慕地凝视着的，应按
她，啊，永不复返！

然后，据我看来，空气变得稠密，被无形香炉熏香
提香炉的撒拉弗的声响在簇绒地板。
`可怜的人，”我喊道，`你的神借给你的天使给你
喘息-从丽诺尔的你记忆的喘息和忘忧草！
畅饮，哦，喝这种忘忧草，忘掉对失去的丽诺尔！”
乌鸦说，`永不复还。”

`先知！”我说，`邪恶的东西！先知是，如果鸟或魔鬼！-
是否撒旦派，或是暴风雨抛你这里上岸，
孤独但毫不气馁，在这沙漠之恐怖萦绕在这家
真实地告诉我，我恳求-
有基列有香膏？告诉我，告诉我，我恳求！”
乌鸦说，`永不复还。”

`先知！”我说，`邪恶的东西！先知是，如果鸟或魔鬼！
的天堂，俯身我们--我们都崇拜的上帝
告诉这充满悲伤的灵魂如果，在遥远的Aidenn，
应扣圣洁的少女被天使叫作丽诺尔的
扣一个难得的少女，被天使叫作丽诺尔？”
乌鸦说，`永不复还。”

`是这个词我们的告别辞，鸟或魔！”我尖叫着已经-
`回你的暴风和夜的冥府之岸！
别留下黑色羽毛作为你的灵魂谎言的！
留给我完整的孤独！-快从我门上的破产！
从我心中带走你的嘴，让你的形式从我的门！”
乌鸦说，`永不复还。”

和乌鸦，没飞去，仍然坐着，仍然坐在那苍白的胸围
帕拉斯房门上方；
和他的眼睛都看似的魔鬼是做梦，
和灯光将他的影子投射在地板上；
和我的灵魂那个躺在地上的影子
将永远不再！