Quotes From "The Raven" By Sylvain Reynard

In other words, Botticelli's ideal women look like women and not boys. They're soft and curvaceous. Healthy and rounded. Women of the size figured in this painting were considered beautiful for centuries, if not millennia. They were the aesthetic ideal during my lifetime and long after." He brought his mouth to her neck before whispering, "My ideal hasn't changed. Sylvain Reynard

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 marveled 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. Edgar Allan Poe

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! "Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore. Edgar Allan Poe

He Looked down at her gravely. "In many ways, we are the most perfect match. We see each other as we are, but neither of us views the other as broken. Sylvain Reynard

I didn’t know what darkness was until I lost you Sylvain Reynard

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. Edgar Allan Poe

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore. Edgar Allan Poe

Without guilt or remorse, shame was an empty emotion. Indeed, shame would not be shame. Sylvain Reynard

They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves with the sordid miseries of their businesses. They are not the things of angels or of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to. Your loathsome vomitous businessman king is of the lowest order, his advisors crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice. My love, dress them in the suits of mockery, and in their advanced state of stupidity and senility, burn and destroy them, so their ashes might join the compost which they so much deserve. . Lou Reed