Across The Tasman invite?

[kingofkings]

Guys! I need to watch a lot of rugby games from the past 5 years. Can anyone send me an Across The Tasman invite?

The registrations have been closed for a long time. I'll appreciate if anyone can help me out.

Regards,

 

[Big Ewis]

okay, please copy paste Poe's entire poem "the Raven" here. You can trust me I'll insure my end of the bargain. But you have to do this deed first, the full poem. And please post it in an interesting font, not this regular one. If you do these things, you'll be in ATT.

 

[kingofkings]

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

​

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreâ€"

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visiter,†I muttered, “tapping at my chamber doorâ€"

Only this and nothing more.â€


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;â€"vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrowâ€"sorrow for the lost Lenoreâ€"

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenoreâ€"

Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled meâ€"filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber doorâ€"

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;â€"

This it is and nothing more.â€


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 youâ€â€"here I opened wide the door;â€"

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?â€

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!â€â€"

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 exploreâ€"

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;â€"

’Tis the wind and nothing more!â€


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 doorâ€"

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber doorâ€"

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 shoreâ€"

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!â€

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.â€


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaningâ€"little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber doorâ€"

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.â€


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 utteredâ€"not a feather then he flutteredâ€"

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown beforeâ€"

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.â€

Then the bird said “Nevermore.â€


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 boreâ€"

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Neverâ€"nevermore’.â€


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 yoreâ€"

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.â€


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 theeâ€"by these angels he hath sent thee

Respiteâ€"respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!â€

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.â€


“Prophet!†said I, “thing of evil!â€"prophet still, if bird or devil!â€"

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchantedâ€"

On this home by Horror hauntedâ€"tell me truly, I imploreâ€"

Is thereâ€"is there balm in Gilead?â€"tell meâ€"tell me, I implore!â€

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.â€


“Prophet!†said I, “thing of evil!â€"prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above usâ€"by that God we both adoreâ€"

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenoreâ€"

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.â€

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.â€


“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!†I shrieked, upstartingâ€"

“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!â€"quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!â€

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.â€


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 liftedâ€"nevermore!

 

[kingofkings]

Here's the poem mate! I appreciate your reply.

 

[Big Ewis]

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!


My favorite verse, and bolded line ever in English literature.
Perfectly done, and for a kingofkings you serve well. Cover this man with a reasonable but not prolific amount of 1 dollar bills.

 

[kingofkings]

Mate! Will u send the invite to my email?

[email protected]

 

[TRF_Cymro]

No one should be requesting here please.

Contribute to this website instead would be better.