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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Le Corbeau, by Edgar Allan Poe
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Title: Le Corbeau
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
Release Date: November 18, 2004 [EBook #14082]
[Date last updated: June 29, 2005]
Language: French
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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LE CORBEAU / THE RAVEN
PO�ME PAR EDGAR POE
TRADUCTION FRAN�AISE DE ST�PHANE MALLARM�
AVEC ILLUSTRATIONS PAR �DOUARD MANET
PARIS
RICHARD LESCLIDE, �DITEUR, 61, RUE DE LAFAYETTE
1875
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."
_Une fois, par un minuit lugubre, tandis que je m'appesantissais,
faible et fatigu�, sur maint curieux et bizarre volume de savoir
oubli�--tandis que je dodelinais la t�te, somnolant presque: soudain
se fit un heurt, comme de quelqu'un frappant doucement, frappant �
la porte de ma chambre--cela seul et rien de plus._
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.
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