nepenthe

• edgar allan poe 'nun the raven şiirinde can alıcı bir biçimde geçer...
  
  "..then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
  swung by seraphim whose footfalls 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.” "