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I just translated "The Raven" in its entirety, through translation party, line by line.
The Original:[code]The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
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 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![/code]
Translation Party Version:[code]The Raven
By Egar Allan Poe
as translated by translationparty.com
Once midnight dreary, while I am weak and tired thought,
Volume I forgot the most exotic curiosity Folk,
I've been taking a nap tap nodded quickly approaching,
Someone lightly lap, hit the door of my room.
`'The TIS is a few visitors,' I muttered,` tapping at the door of my room -
This is just. '
Oh, I doubt you remember the dark 12,
Embers is a different story of death, brought a ghost.
I was hard tomorrow. - I rent waste,
From my book Surcease sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
Radiation Angel's maiden name Lenore rare -
Here forever anonymous.
Opaque curtain of silky, smooth purple sad
I'm impressed - not completed before the penalty, I felt fear.
So now, my heart, I was repeatedly
`'TIS the room is the number of visitors to my Doorley -
The president has visited the room door behind me. -
This is nothing 'is
I no longer hesitate to strong spirit
`Sir, 'and I,` or Madam, truly your forgiveness first
But I guess a very gentle nap on your lap
Then, faintly, the door of my room, knock on tap
That I scarce was sure I heard you - here I opened the door wide enough. -
Darkness, all of the above.
Deep in the dark it is, I fear a long time peering
People dream of Internet Voting Challenge
However, the token is not the darkness of silence broken
Lenore is what the word `What is noise?
I, myself, `This will return Ekorenoa whispered. '
In particular, this simple.
Toppudoresshingurumu, all my soul within me burning
I was a little larger than before, and then tap again to hear it.
`Sure, I` Yes, he said my window lattice.
Most of these mysteries, please please please see. Please -
Explore the heart of the moment, the mystery yet. -
TIS is what sets the style!
Here, the number of flutter and flirt, throw open the shutter
The Saints, Sun will be released in order to enhance the Old Crow.
Instead, he Pointodaun minutes, he stayed.
However, the attitude of women in my room overlooking the main door -
Just above the center of the door of the palace rooms Ravowaru -
Air, something is sitting.
Then this ebony bird smile, I am sad attractive
Expressed grave courtesy in tight clothes
`` I had to take your art to identify the timid priest arm.
Raven every night, the beach, wandering from ancient rugged rough -
That night, I have many names for bank! '
`Raven thinks. '
Almost hear the conversation clearly, I'm surprised this ugly bird.
The answer is almost meaningless - but bore little relevance.
We do not agree with those who
I was blessed to see the bird still on the door of his room -
Bust sculpture of animals and birds to the door of my room
`Then, you can specify. '
5.5 km, a little lonely crow bust
That one word, one word, he issued his soul.
His wings in my mouth - no flap -
Like most of the flight details before my friend `-
He is tomorrow, I hope, in front of the place. '
Then the bird said, `Nevermore. '
, Damage Speaks at rest as a surprise answer
`Yes,` I just stock, store voice
Cruel disaster to catch some unhappy master
Followed by high-speed line bore the burden of his next song -
We hope he bore the burden of melancholy dirges
"This is absolutely impossible." '
But still, charming smile, the crows all my sad soul
Basutoringushitokusshon birds before the door, me.
Then, the velvet sinking, I try to link itself to the history
Fancy unto fancy, this ominous bird of the old thinking -
This is how old clunky, horrible, grim and gaunt, and ominous bird
`I mean you can not adjust. '
I was involved in representing a syllable
My heart is at the core of severe burns poultry.
This fortune, I was sitting on his head
Velvet, cushion, lamp light, Rishidasu gloated line
However, purple velvet, Rishidasu satisfaction, light lining
She, ah, you all stuck!
Access in mind, the last second, aromatic incense burners, air density, growth
Atoriumufuroaserafimusuingu Tinkled are actually legs.
`Wretch is my God,` Your tears - his angels will be sent to the rental
Respite - In your mind, you can forget the pain of the rest of the Renoir?
Heavy drinking, forget it forget the pain of losing oh quaff this kind of Lenore! '
`Raven thinks. '
`Prophet! `I said to evil? - Prophet, bird or devil! -
Whether you are tempted to send the mercy of the storm landed here
Desolate, yet all undaunted, in this desert land enchanted -
This site is a real ghost horror - I implore - please let me know.
Gilead is - what to do with cream? - Please tell me - tell me I implore!
`Raven thinks. '
`Prophet! `I said to evil? - Prophet, bird or devil!
We turn on the air - the worship of God -
I'm sad my soul is Eideneria
It should take the name of the angel of the dead girl Lenore -
Sherman, known as radiation Renoakurasupu unusual angel? '
`Raven thinks. '
Sign our word `goodbye birds and demons! 'I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back to the shore of a stormy night!
Token, I have spoken of the soul to leave your smoke!
My solitude, unbroken Leave a comment! My Bust - Close the door!
My mind is to take the form of a bill on my door! '
`Raven thinks. '
Even if you can still fly, it was sitting in the crow sitting around
Crisp bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.
And all the excuses, and hope in his eyes, and devilish
Rishidasu light, covering the flow of my story.
Non-floating floor shadows of my soul,
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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