Der Rabe

Synopsis:
Genre: Horror, Short
 
IMDB:
6.4
Year:
1951
14 min
8 Views

THE RAVEN:

Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered

weak and....

weary,

While I nodded,

nearly napping,

suddenly there came a tapping

As if someone 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 mefilled 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,

That I scarce was sure I heard you

here I opened wide the door;

Darkness there

and nothing more.

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

Nights Plutonian shore!

Quoth the Raven,

"Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl

to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaninglittle

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 name as Nevermore.

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid

bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one

word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered

not a feather then he fluttered

Till I scarcely more than muttered

Other friends have flown before

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes

have flown before.

Then the bird said,

"Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken

by reply so aptly spoken, Doubtless, said

I,

what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom

unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his

songs one burden bore

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy

burden bore

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)

Translation

Translate and read this script in other languages:

Select another language:

  • - Select -
  • Chinese - Simplified 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
  • Chinese - Traditional 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
  • Spanish Español (Spanish)
  • Japanese 日本語 (Japanese)
  • Portuguese Português (Portuguese)
  • German Deutsch (German)
  • Arabic العربية (Arabic)
  • French Français (French)
  • Russian Русский (Russian)
  • Kannada ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
  • Korean 한국어 (Korean)
  • Hebrew עברית (Hebrew)
  • Ukrainian Український (Ukrainian)
  • Urdu اردو (Urdu)
  • Hungarian Magyar (Hungarian)
  • Hindi मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
  • Indonesian Indonesia (Indonesian)
  • Italian Italiano (Italian)
  • Tamil தமிழ் (Tamil)
  • Turkish Türkçe (Turkish)
  • Telugu తెలుగు (Telugu)
  • Thai ภาษาไทย (Thai)
  • Vietnamese Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
  • Czech Čeština (Czech)
  • Polish Polski (Polish)
  • Indonesian Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
  • Romanian Românește (Romanian)
  • Dutch Nederlands (Dutch)
  • Greek Ελληνικά (Greek)
  • Latin Latinum (Latin)
  • Swedish Svenska (Swedish)
  • Danish Dansk (Danish)
  • Finnish Suomi (Finnish)
  • Persian فارسی (Persian)
  • Yiddish ייִדיש (Yiddish)
  • Armenian հայերեն (Armenian)
  • Norwegian Norsk (Norwegian)
  • English English (English)

Discuss this Der Rabe script with the community:

Citation

Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:

Style:MLAChicagoAPA

"Der Rabe" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. Web. 16 Jul 2019. <https://www.scripts.com/script/der_rabe_6733>.

We need you!

Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

Watch the movie trailer

Der Rabe

The Marketplace:

Sell your Script !

Get listed in the most prominent screenplays collection on the web!


The Studio:

ScreenWriting Tool

Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.


Thanks for your vote! We truly appreciate your support.