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| Stanza 8 |
| Then this ebony bird bequiling 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." |
| Key bold: alliteration itallics: internal rhyme underlined: rhyme |
| Description |
| In this stanza the speaker is forming a smile on his face by being oddly presented with this Raven. He doesn't know what to do so a smile grows on his face with disbelief. Also, he asks the Raven what his name is. To ask it, he says, "Tell me what thy lorly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." The Raven, not at all worried about the question, answers "Nevermore." |
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