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
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare
*Sweating intensifies @banbantheman
+1@PlanumConditorem because mAgIC
+1@AsteroidAsteroidTheBook lmao how?
+1@EpicPlayerOne it's in my profile
If you can’t tell, it’s narrated by a computer @banbantheman
Lol I should probably give credit @AsteroidAsteroidTheBook
Gravity: lemme introduce myself @TastyTanks
no @UltraLight
I know right @Default4
Haha yep @tsampoy
It’s a map I made a while ago, you can check my profile @DeltaBravoSix
da, mogu potvrditi da sam član Simpleplanes-a u bosanskom majmunskom društvu @One2
+1Pleasepleasetheshutthef*ckup@banbantheman
Please stop, i’m currently at Vatican City getting salvation @banbantheman
You are @PointlessWhyshouldi
You should work for Lockheed Martin
I only used 5 letters @jamesPLANESii
Ahh yes TSAD very not dead
R @R
*harvard would like to know your location @Default4
Plz no @Belugasub
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.”
“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
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
+2Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare
@lianken 8gb
Ah crap what have I done @Learpot
@PointlessWhyshouldi
This is very much a work in progress, anything might change
@lianken You're welcome
I shall @PointlessWhyshouldi
Haha, Nice 👍 @DarDragon
Broccoli or tomato? @PointlessWhyshouldi
The tank used: https://www.simpleplanes.com/a/g9Y7ZR/1A2-Vietinghoff-Tank-update-1-10-Gun-homing-Final-version @DarDragon
I’m 69 @MrTurtleNuggets94
🤔
In excitement? @jamesPLANESii
Share the awareness! #cockpitviewmatters
+3@Thebite1234567 I'm leaving at 69k
Let the man have his popcorn @DeezDucks
Inspired by it, yes @SavageMan
A worthy sacrifice for graphics @lianken
Chocolate 🍫 @BuiltBionixInd10
Haha the magic of reshade @Sadboye12
Here is your Internet point:
+4Yay! @PointlessWhyshouldi
Thanks! @MasterMasterTheAvicenna
+1The turtles are goddamn crying now
nice
Do you have discord? I’ll send you my preset @Mattangi2
Incredible
Yes @PointlessWhyshouldi
Good job!