poems

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
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 mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness 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 blest with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon 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 fancy 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath 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 in 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 lamplight 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!
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I chose this poem because it is one of my favorites and you get a feel of desperation from the man trying to leanr ifo from the raven who only says "Nevermore". The title is pretty bland an you can easily assume that the poem is going to be about a bird the title does work because of the almost demonic presense of the raven during the story. Poe uses quite a few poetic devices such has personification by giving the raven the ability to talk and even the man refers to his sitting on the bust like a lord or lady. He also describes some of the room but not in very great detail buy we do learn or we can infer that it is a study of some kind. In the beginning of the poem we get a feeling of suspense from the pounding of the door and later annoyance and grief from the almost taunting and constant reply of the raven.

Lagarfljóts Worm

Lagarfljótsormur, Lagarfljotsormurinn, Lagarfljót worm three different names for one cryptid simply all these names mean Iceland Worm Monster. This cryptid is located in Lagarfljót lake in Iceland. Because of the lake's poor visibility the creature has not been studied but sightings can be dated back as early as 1345. The worm is suppoesdly as long as a football field 300ft or 91 meters. It has been seen both in water and on dry land so we can assume it has both gills for when it is underwater and lungs for when it travel on to dry land. according to Icelandic myth the worm lived in two conjoining rivers and very rarely showed itself and when it did it was thought as an omen of good news.

Personal Narrative Alternative titles

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Nessie

I'm sure you are all familiar with the legends of the Loch Ness monster or also known as Nessie. There have been many theories surrounding exactly what Nessie is, the most common theory is that Nessie is some kind of prehistoric marine reptile, specifically a Pleisosaur which is incredibly unlikely as the Pleisosaur lived in tropical waters and the loch is maybe twenty or thirty degrees Fahrenheit at best. Although it is possible Nessie is a marine reptile, she probably isn't a dinsaur. She is most likely a type of genetix mutation or hybrid of two species already existing in the loch. It is highly likely that there is more than one of the creatures in the lake as sightings have been retrospectively  since 565  and chronologically since 1933 and that last sighting as early as 2007 so I'll let you decide about this mysterious creature

Personal Narrative

Going pheasant hunting in illinois has always been a tradition between my dad, brother and myself. I think it needs a little more "umph" behind it but i'm not really sure how to modify it so what do you guys think?

Discovery

Greetings to my fellow cryptid fans and greetings to those who have just started taking an interest into these mysterious and fascinating creatures. For those of you who don't know what cryptids are allow me to give you a lesson in these creatures, cryptids are in short are creatures that have not yet been classified to or don't belong to any of the classifictions of animals that walk our planet but just as there are cryptid fauna there are cryptid flora. I'm sure many of you are familiar with some of the cryptids that have had much publicity over the decades, such as the hominid Big Foot who has been spotted all over north america and the aqautic nessie of Loch Ness in scotland. Because this cryptid id fairly close to the area where I live my first entry will be the Beast of Bray Road which is located in the town of ElkHorn Wisconsin, many speculations have been made on what exactly this creature is..the possibilties have been narrowed down to the two most likely explanations the first being that is an Therianthrop, a human with the ability to turn into an animal or human animal hybrid, the second is that the beast is a Lycanthrop or simply a WereWolf . The first sighting began in the mid 's but also in the early 80's amd 90's, the space of the sightings suggest that there might not be just one beast but possible that it has been generational sightings of the creaure(s).