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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.