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Posted 25 March 2010 - 05:57 AM

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I crafted weak and weary,
Over many a dark and curious workbench of forgotten ore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my fortress door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my fortress door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying pig wrought its pork upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my mine surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost gold ore -
For the rare and radiant rock whom the angels named gold ore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each darkened tunnel
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 fortress door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my fortess door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Zombie, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was crafting, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my fortress 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 darkness gave no day cycle,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, `gold ore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Gold ore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the fortress turning, all my coal 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 hearts be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the pigs and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the sand blocks, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately spider 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 zombie, perched above my fortress door -
Perched upon a bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this arachnid beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy width be a block and wider, thou,' I said, `art sure no hider.
Ghastly grim and ancient spider wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Minecraftian shore!'
Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

Much I marvelled this black arachnid 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 bug above his fortress door -
Bug or beast above the sculptured bust above his fortress door,
With such 3 names as `No more ore.'

But the spider, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
Those three words, as if his soul in that one phrase he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a legjoint then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have burnt before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as zombies have burnt before.'
Then the bug said, `No more ore.'

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 mines one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his fort that melancholy burden bore
Of "No more, no more ore."'

But the spider still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a crafted seat in front of bug and bust and door;
Then, upon the gray cloth sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bug of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bug of yore
Meant in screeching `No More Ore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the mob 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 gray cloth lining that the torch-light gloated o'er,
But whose gray cloth crafted lining with the torch-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 has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of gold ore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost gold ore!'
Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this random land gen'rated -
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 spider, `No more ore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bug 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 tunnel through whom angels veined Gold ore-
Clasp a rare and darkened tunnel, through whom angels veined Gold ore?'
Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bug or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Minecraftian shore!
Leave no white string as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy fangs from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the spider, `No more ore.'

And the spider, never jumping, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Saint Notch just above my fortress door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the torch-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 find there's - no more ore!
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Posted 25 March 2010 - 07:47 AM

Absolutley amazing! This should be featured on the Dev Blog. I love the original "The Raven" and have recently been reading it so hoorah to you for this cunning 'emulation'!!



Here is a link to the Original poem if anyone would like to read :D

http://www.heise.de/... ... Raven.html
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Posted 25 March 2010 - 08:00 AM

Awesome! :D
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Posted 25 March 2010 - 12:36 PM

Wow. That was... beautiful...
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Posted 25 March 2010 - 12:56 PM

:P Dare I say, "well-crafted"! :goldore:



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Posted 25 March 2010 - 06:10 PM

I'm so glad that this has gotten such a positive response. I might email this to Notch to see if he'll put in on the dev blog as was suggested earlier in this thread.
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Posted 25 March 2010 - 09:01 PM

um WTF you are amazing. This was seriously well done. Send it to notch.

"No more ore"
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 02:51 AM

This is quite awesome. That's not an easy thing to do; poetry.



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Posted 26 March 2010 - 03:18 AM

This is great!
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:09 AM

Very well done. It is also very relevant to the fears of all players on small maps.
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:32 AM

Okay, I emailed him at [email protected] with the poem and a link to this thread as well.

And thanks again for all the praise! I'll be sure to let it go to my head! Perhaps I will do more such conversions with other classic poems?
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 02:40 PM

:shock:  :)  :D

That was, for lack of a more appropriate word, EPIC!
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:04 PM

amazing good work! a litterary masterpiece converted nicely.


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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:14 PM

Bravo! Bravo!



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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:27 PM

Now, add Nazzer's in-game books idea and make this one of the books that can be found in-game :P
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Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:56 PM

Good work.

I doubt it is easy taking a classic poem such as Poe's The Raven and converting it into a Minecraft poem.

To end the streak of simple praise though, I think you could of possibly added more "Minecraft" versus, replacing a few more of the original lines of the poem.

Keep up the good work.



Posted 26 March 2010 - 04:57 PM

Notch linked to this in his Development Blog



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Posted 26 March 2010 - 05:19 PM

You just got Notch'd!

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Posted 26 March 2010 - 05:44 PM

wish my teacher in english could of read this one out instead of the real version i would actually enjoy school for once.

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Posted 26 March 2010 - 06:00 PM

I didn't read it all the way through (yet!), but nitpicky as I am I have to point this out.

Nazzer said:

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 darkness gave no day cycle,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, `gold ore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Gold ore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
See that? It's supposed to rhyme.

Seriously though, that is an epic piece of text. Narration, anyone?
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