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The Raven

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.”
    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 me—filled 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,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
            Darkness there and nothing more.
    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    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 Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    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 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
            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 and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Congratulations to Zoe Myers for winning the mid-point "Counting on words" Challange!! Next Challenge is 3 Million!!!
The leaders for 2019-2020 Counting on words are....
6th grade- Zoe Myers 941,203 words read this year!
7th grade- Erik Von Ruden 818,726 words read this year!
8th grade- Zach Setting 806,680 words read this year! 
Congratulations, you're off to a flying start!!
If you received a overdue notice for while school was not in session due to the power outage they will not have to pay any overdue late fee's. Please renew or return overdue books as soon as possible. 

Thank you to all who helped make the book fair fun and successful!

Click on the link to Volunteer, take advantage of the ewallet, see online selection and more

Mark your calendars Magnolia Rattlers,

Book Fair week starts 10/2/2019! All purchases benefit our school. Follow the link for more information!


Tuesday's during lunch is a quiet place to read. If your interested in joining a book club sign up in the Library!
Welcome Back Magnolia students! 
Just a few reminders
1) No food or drink in the Library
2) Students have 21 school days to either Renew or Return the borrowed books (excluding textbooks) any day after the 21 days students will be charged 25 cents per day until it's returned. 
3) All textbooks need to be covered- I have paper bags in the library for students if needed. 
Thursday May 16th we have a rare and exciting opportunity to host author/illustrator R.M Winch! His published book and other artwork can be found and purchased on .  While on campus he will be presenting "Space Pilgrim" to the students and having a time for them to ask questions not limited to but including art school, how to publish a work of art and his time spent at Disney. 

Coin Wars- Congratulations Mrs. Boothe’s 6th period!!!!


Get ready to Party!!!! On Friday April 12th we will be having a Pizza party at Lunch and it gets even better you get an extra 15min added it! 

Great job to all the classes it will go a long way in improving our library! Thank you!!!



Boothe 1st period– 71.03

Boothe 2nd period- 2.41

Boothe 3rd period – 162.71

Boothe 4th period - 67.96

Boothe 5th period– 65.76

Boothe 6th period– 390.14


Daniels 1st period– 32.58

Daniels 2nd period– 31.35

Daniels 3rd period – 5.32

Daniels 4th period- 51.81

Daniels 6th period– 38.83


Lavelle – 64.99

So far the Coin wars are going great! A pizza party and a 15min extended lunch for the winners!!! 


Coin Wars


Boothe 1st period– 65.96

Boothe 2nd period- 2.41

Boothe 3rd period – 111.03

Boothe 4th period– 52.65

Boothe 5th period– 43.11

Boothe 6th period– 76.52


Daniels 1st period– 19.51

Daniels 2nd period– 7.82

Daniels 3rd period – 4.32

Daniels 4th period- 9.43

Daniels 6th period– 19.03


Lavelle – 49.43

Use the link below to see how the new e-wallet can work for you
Counting on Words!
By Class the leaders are........
Zachary Setting- 909,210
Isabela Gamble- 1,367,645
BobbieLee Kliever- 328,209
Emily Elias- 748,005
Kristi Brink- 288,507
Noel Hartung-994,575
Cody Cunnigham- 715,127
Maya Bussinger- 1,788,475
Kayd Figueroa- 486,808
Vienna Stark- 593,079
Savanna Talbott- 364740
Cody Cunningham- 715,127
Kenneth Mosley- 582,239
Anders Torgerson- 348-413
Isabella Develey- 612,086
Erik VonRuden- 1,759,319
Mary Brennan- 311,095
Improving your word count is easy, take an AR test and it will automatically be tallied for you. 
Library Hours 
Monday & Wednesday
Tuesday & Thursday
12:00pm- 3:30pm
12:00pm- 2:25pm