Le Corbeau = The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

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Perched and sat and nothing more.

_Au large je poussai le volet; quand, avec maints enjouement et
agitation d'ailes, entra un majestueux Corbeau des saints jours de
jadis. Il ne fit pas la moindre révérence, il ne s'arrêta ni n'hésita
un instant: mais, avec une mine de lord ou de lady, se percha au-dessus
de la porte de ma chambre--se percha sur un buste de Pallas juste
au-dessus de la porte de ma chambre--se percha, siégea et rien de plus._

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."

_Alors cet oiseau d'ébène induisant ma triste imagination au sourire,
par le grave et sévère décorum de la contenance qu'il eut: «Quoique
ta crête soit chue et rase, non! dis-je, tu n'es pas pour sûr un
poltron, spectral, lugubre et ancien Corbeau, errant loin du rivage
de Nuit--dis-moi quel est ton nom seigneurial au rivage plutonien de
Nuit.» Le Corbeau dit: «Jamais plus.»_

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 blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such a name as "Nevermore."

_Je m'émerveillai fort d'entendre ce disgracieux volatile s'énoncer
aussi clairement, quoique sa réponse n'eût que peu de sens et peu

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