Used words
                                    "Once
                                    upon
                                    a
                                    midnight
                                    dreary
                                    while
                                    I
                                    pondered
                                    weak
                                    and
                                    weary
                                    Over
                                    many
                                    quaint
                                    curious
                                    volume
                                    of
                                    forgotten
                                    lore—
                                    While
                                    nodded
                                    nearly
                                    napping
                                    suddenly
                                    there
                                    came
                                    tapping
                                    As
                                    some
                                    one
                                    gently
                                    rapping
                                    rapping
                                    at
                                    my
                                    chamber
                                    door.
                                    “’Tis
                                    visitor”
                                    muttered
                                    “tapping
                                    door—
                                    Only
                                    this
                                    nothing
                                    more.”
                                    Ah
                                    distinctly
                                    remember
                                    it
                                    was
                                    in
                                    the
                                    bleak
                                    December
                                    And
                                    each
                                    separate
                                    dying
                                    ember
                                    wrought
                                    its
                                    ghost
                                    floor.
                                    Eagerly
                                    wished
                                    morrow—vainly
                                    had
                                    sought
                                    to
                                    borrow
                                    From
                                    books
                                    surcease
                                    sorrow—sorrow
                                    for
                                    lost
                                    Lenore—
                                    For
                                    rare
                                    radiant
                                    maiden
                                    whom
                                    angels
                                    name
                                    Nameless
                                    here
                                    evermore.
                                    silken
                                    sad
                                    uncertain
                                    rustling
                                    purple
                                    curtain
                                    Thrilled
                                    me—filled
                                    me
                                    with
                                    fantastic
                                    terrors
                                    never
                                    felt
                                    before
                                    So
                                    that
                                    now
                                    still
                                    beating
                                    heart
                                    stood
                                    repeating
                                    visitor
                                    entreating
                                    entrance
                                    Some
                                    late
                                    door—
                                    This
                                    is
                                    Presently
                                    soul
                                    grew
                                    stronger
                                    hesitating
                                    then
                                    no
                                    longer
                                    “Sir”
                                    said
                                    I
                                    “or
                                    Madam
                                    truly
                                    your
                                    forgiveness
                                    implore
                                    But
                                    fact
                                    so
                                    you
                                    faintly
                                    tapping
                                    door
                                    That
                                    scarce
                                    sure
                                    heard
                                    you”—here
                                    opened
                                    wide
                                    Darkness
                                    more.
                                    Deep
                                    into
                                    darkness
                                    peering
                                    long
                                    wondering
                                    fearing
                                    Doubting
                                    dreaming
                                    dreams
                                    mortal
                                    ever
                                    dared
                                    dream
                                    silence
                                    unbroken
                                    stillness
                                    gave
                                    token
                                    only
                                    word
                                    spoken
                                    whispered
                                    word
                                    “Lenore?”
                                    whispered
                                    an
                                    echo
                                    murmured
                                    back
                                    “Lenore!”—
                                    Merely
                                    Back
                                    turning
                                    all
                                    within
                                    burning
                                    Soon
                                    again
                                    somewhat
                                    louder
                                    than
                                    before.
                                    “Surely”
                                    “surely
                                    something
                                    window
                                    lattice
                                    Let
                                    see
                                    then
                                    what
                                    thereat
                                    is
                                    mystery
                                    explore—
                                    heart
                                    be
                                    moment
                                    explore—
                                    ’Tis
                                    wind
                                    more!”
                                    Open
                                    flung
                                    shutter
                                    when
                                    flirt
                                    flutter
                                    In
                                    stepped
                                    stately
                                    Raven
                                    saintly
                                    days
                                    yore
                                    Not
                                    least
                                    obeisance
                                    made
                                    he
                                    not
                                    minute
                                    stopped
                                    or
                                    stayed
                                    But
                                    mien
                                    lord
                                    lady
                                    perched
                                    above
                                    Perched
                                    bust
                                    Pallas
                                    just
                                    Perched
                                    sat
                                    Then
                                    ebony
                                    bird
                                    beguiling
                                    sad
                                    fancy
                                    smiling
                                    By
                                    grave
                                    stern
                                    decorum
                                    countenance
                                    wore
                                    “Though
                                    thy
                                    crest
                                    shorn
                                    shaven
                                    thou”
                                    said
                                    “art
                                    craven
                                    Ghastly
                                    grim
                                    ancient
                                    wandering
                                    from
                                    Nightly
                                    shore—
                                    Tell
                                    lordly
                                    on
                                    Night’s
                                    Plutonian
                                    shore!”
                                    Quoth
                                    “Nevermore.”
                                    Much
                                    marvelled
                                    ungainly
                                    fowl
                                    hear
                                    discourse
                                    plainly
                                    Though
                                    answer
                                    little
                                    meaning—little
                                    relevancy
                                    bore
                                    we
                                    cannot
                                    help
                                    agreeing
                                    living
                                    human
                                    being
                                    Ever
                                    yet
                                    blessed
                                    seeing
                                    his
                                    Bird
                                    beast
                                    sculptured
                                    With
                                    such
                                    as
                                    Raven
                                    sitting
                                    lonely
                                    placid
                                    bust
                                    spoke
                                    if
                                    he
                                    did
                                    outpour.
                                    Nothing
                                    farther
                                    uttered—not
                                    feather
                                    fluttered—
                                    Till
                                    scarcely
                                    more
                                    muttered
                                    “Other
                                    friends
                                    have
                                    flown
                                    before—
                                    On
                                    morrow
                                    will
                                    leave
                                    me
                                    Hopes
                                    before.”
                                    Startled
                                    broken
                                    by
                                    reply
                                    aptly
                                    spoken
                                    “Doubtless”
                                    “what
                                    utters
                                    stock
                                    store
                                    Caught
                                    unhappy
                                    master
                                    unmerciful
                                    Disaster
                                    Followed
                                    fast
                                    followed
                                    faster
                                    till
                                    songs
                                    burden
                                    bore—
                                    dirges
                                    Hope
                                    melancholy
                                    bore
                                    Of
                                    ‘Never—nevermore’.”
                                    Straight
                                    wheeled
                                    cushioned
                                    seat
                                    front
                                    bird
                                    door
                                    Then
                                    velvet
                                    sinking
                                    betook
                                    myself
                                    linking
                                    Fancy
                                    unto
                                    fancy
                                    thinking
                                    ominous
                                    yore—
                                    What
                                    grim
                                    ungainly
                                    ghastly
                                    gaunt
                                    yore
                                    Meant
                                    croaking
                                    sat
                                    engaged
                                    guessing
                                    but
                                    syllable
                                    expressing
                                    To
                                    whose
                                    fiery
                                    eyes
                                    now
                                    burned
                                    bosom’s
                                    core
                                    divining
                                    head
                                    ease
                                    reclining
                                    cushion’s
                                    lining
                                    lamp-light
                                    gloated
                                    o’er
                                    velvet-violet
                                    gloating
                                    She
                                    shall
                                    press
                                    ah
                                    nevermore!
                                    methought
                                    air
                                    denser
                                    perfumed
                                    unseen
                                    censer
                                    Swung
                                    Seraphim
                                    foot-falls
                                    tinkled
                                    tufted
                                    “Wretch”
                                    cried
                                    “thy
                                    God
                                    hath
                                    lent
                                    thee—by
                                    these
                                    sent
                                    thee
                                    Respite—respite
                                    nepenthe
                                    memories
                                    Lenore
                                    Quaff
                                    oh
                                    quaff
                                    kind
                                    forget
                                    Lenore!”
                                    “Prophet!”
                                    “thing
                                    evil!—prophet
                                    still
                                    devil!—
                                    Whether
                                    Tempter
                                    sent
                                    whether
                                    tempest
                                    tossed
                                    ashore
                                    Desolate
                                    undaunted
                                    desert
                                    land
                                    enchanted—
                                    home
                                    Horror
                                    haunted—tell
                                    truly
                                    implore—
                                    Is
                                    there—is
                                    balm
                                    Gilead?—tell
                                    me—tell
                                    implore!”
                                    devil!
                                    Heaven
                                    bends
                                    us—by
                                    both
                                    adore—
                                    sorrow
                                    laden
                                    if
                                    distant
                                    Aidenn
                                    It
                                    clasp
                                    sainted
                                    Clasp
                                    Lenore.”
                                    “Be
                                    our
                                    sign
                                    parting
                                    fiend!”
                                    shrieked
                                    upstarting—
                                    “Get
                                    shore!
                                    Leave
                                    black
                                    plume
                                    token
                                    lie
                                    spoken!
                                    loneliness
                                    unbroken!—quit
                                    door!
                                    Take
                                    beak
                                    out
                                    take
                                    form
                                    off
                                    door!”
                                    flitting
                                    sitting
                                    pallid
                                    seeming
                                    demon’s
                                    dreaming
                                    o’er
                                    him
                                    streaming
                                    throws
                                    shadow
                                    floor
                                    lies
                                    floating
                                    floor
                                    Shall
                                    lifted—nevermore!"
                            
            
                
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