From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore – (lines 11-12)
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" – (lines 28-29)
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore! (line 77-78)