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1 " C; Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nod~~d, 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" 1845 The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe dreary means: a) gloomy, sorrow b) cheery, happy, dismal bright What is going on in this stanza? What do you think the room looks like? Size: Ah, distinctly, I remember it was in th~ bl.eak 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 Nameless here for evermore Ocher: Agree or disagree? _The narrator is in a great mood. _ The narrator is lost in thought. _ It is a cold, bleak night, with little cheer. _ The fire is slowly dying. _ He's reading to get a break/rom the sorrow of losing his love, Lenore. And the silken sad uncertain rustiing 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 CJ Some late visitor entreating entrance at my cha~ber door; This it is, and nothing more." _ Just as the narrator thinks he hears a rapping at his chamber door, the wind rustles the curtains and fiightens him even more. he speaks to himself he thinks that some late visitor is begging entrance to his room The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, prepared by jjw

2 Presently my soul grew stronger; hesit~ting 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 a! my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you: here I opened wide the door; Darkness there, and nothing more. Agree or Disagree; He bas collected himself, and is no longer '1 startled by the rapping...." He knows he heard a rapping, but finds no one outside his chamber door He dreamed the rapping. The rapping was real. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals 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, "Lenorel" Merely this, and nothing more. What isthe narrator thinking about at this moment: He really heard something spoken. His mind is playing tricks on him. J 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. Write down two things that are true in this stanza. t) 2) The Raven by EdgAr AllAn Poe, prepared by jjw

3 .. 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 aboye: 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 my what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Much I marveled 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 blest with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." When the raven steps into the chamber, he walks in with mien oflord or lady...this means: Circle one a) like a peasant or servant-bent, poor and timid. b) like a lord or lady-tall, rich and powerful Pallas is a reference to: Match the meanings. Word Meaning craven a. amusing ghastly b. coward beguiling c. conduct decorum d. frightful Here's a hint 1ry substitining the meaning word into Poe's word and say the sentence to yourself. If it makes sense, then the meaning is correct. : INFORMAnONAL TIP IPluto was the Roman god ofthe dead. ~ A black raven is often a bad omen that forecasts Ideath.. j CD = ii uu'unuuuiu... PAl, rd""_.,... He was surprised beyond belief that the Raven could speak. He's not sure why the bird's name is "Nevermore. " The R4ven by Edgar Allan Poe, prepared by jjw i

4 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 further 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 so~e unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melanchply 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." Illustrate a raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust Why do you think the bird says only "Nevermore." Match the meanings. Word Meaning stock and store a. death chant dirges b. properly stated unmerciful Disaster c. Fate aptly spoken d. routine ofspeech Here's a hint..try substituting the meaning word into Poe's word a'\ say the sentence to yourself. lfit makes sense.. then the meaning is "" c:orrect. The narrator guesses "Nevermore" a word the raven heard from a past master in his griefof losing a love. He then wonders that the bird may possibly have a reason for saying only "Nevermore." Important tip: A fancy can be a dreain, or nightmare, or imagination...so when the narrator "betook myself to linking fancy unto fancy," he was: ~ The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, prepared by jjw

5 This I sat engaged in guessing, " but no syllable expressing C) 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 la~p'ight gloated o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore) 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 ange.ls he hath sent thee '-C) Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" "Prophet!" said I, "thing of eviu prophet still, if bird or deviu 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 trulyi I implore- Is there- is there balm in GiJead? tell me- tell me, I implore)" C; This ~ thinks and wonders why the bird continues to say, "Nevennore." There must be a reason. Could it be from the lost Lenore? He seems relaxed at this point in the tale. Match the meanings. Word M~Djng respite and a. drink, swig, guzzle nepenthe Quaff, oh quaff b. angel Seraphim c. miserable creature wretch d. rest and relief through drug Here's a hint.. try substituting the meaning 'word into Poe's word and say the sentence to yold'sclf. Ifit makes sense, then the meaning is correct. The ~or doesn't seem to happy at this point because he smells the fragrance ofhis lost Lenore. Another way to say it,.. 'Wb.et1ler Tempter sent, orw1letier tempest tossed He seems relaxed. He seems distraught, and in great grie He doesn't think there is any relief from his sorrow, The ReVell by Edger Allen Poe. prepared by jjw

6 "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fien~," I shrieked upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore) Leave no black plumes 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!" And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of PaJias just above my chamber door; And his eyes ha~e all the seeming of a demonis that is dreaming, And the lamplight 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 Iifted- nevermore! The end Match the meanings. Word Meaning tempest a dark feathers fiend b. The devil' s realm black plumes c. storm Night's Plutonian d. evil spirit shore Here's a hint.. try substituting the meaning word into Poe's word and say the sentence to yourself. Ifit makes sense. then the meaning is correct The narrator has lost all control or sane. thought, and only suffers for his lost Lenore The Raven is there to ever remind the narrator's ofhis grief for his lost Lenore will "never" heal. -- Why won't the narrator's soul ever be lifted from the shadow ofthe Raven on the floor? ~J Application (how does this relate to me?) - -- One never recovers from a lost love. A lost love cannot be replaced, but another can be found Grief and sorrow can play strange games with the mind... it's best to accept and move...) through it. When a raven appears perched above one's chamber door, it's time to see the doctor. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. prepared by jjw

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9 nl1p:jiwww.goullc.u::iijxxl1woiluiiraven.~t nup:j/ 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 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.~emember 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 L.enore 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 mortals 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 shu~ter, 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 s.tayed 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!" ] of :55 AM

10 llllp:/lwww.guulic.llcllpuc:'wuflulilnlvell.lxi nup:liwww.gultilc.ljt:llpoelworks/raven.txl 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 blest 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 further 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, ghas.tly, 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Serappim 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." "Prophet!" said I, "~hing 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!" "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." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, J 20f :55 AM

11 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!" 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 lamplight 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! -THE END 30f3 9/20/98 9:55 AM

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@the upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and many a quaint and curious volume of 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