![]() ![]() Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,īy the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door. Not the least obeisance made he not a minute stopped or stayed he īut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-īack into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door -ĭeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,ĭoubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before īut the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,Īnd the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore īut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,Īnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ![]() Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before Synopsis Īh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December Īnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Įagerly I wished the morrow -vainly I had sought to borrowįrom my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-įor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Īnd the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Critical opinion is divided as to the poem's literary status, but it nevertheless remains one of the most famous poems ever written. The poem was soon reprinted, parodied, and illustrated. Its publication made Poe popular in his lifetime, although it did not bring him much financial success. "The Raven" was first attributed to Poe in print in the New York Evening Mirror on January 29, 1845. Poe based the complex rhythm and meter on Elizabeth Barrett's poem "Lady Geraldine's Courtship", and made use of internal rhyme as well as alliteration throughout. The poem was inspired in part by a talking raven in the novel Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of Eighty by Charles Dickens. Poe claimed to have written the poem logically and methodically, with the intention to create a poem that would appeal to both critical and popular tastes, as he explained in his 1846 follow-up essay, " The Philosophy of Composition". The poem makes use of folk, mythological, religious, and classical references. ![]() Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further antagonize the protagonist with its constant repetition of the word " Nevermore". The lover, often identified as a student, is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. It tells of a distraught lover who is paid a mysterious visit by a talking raven. First published in January 1845, the poem is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. " The Raven" is a narrative poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. Problems playing this file? See media help. ![]()
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