The Raven.

The Raven.

A man mourning his lost love hears tapping on the door, but no one is there. The noise moves to the window and there the man finds an ominous raven, with a haunting call of "Nevermore."

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Bibliographic Details
Main Author: Allan, Poe, Edgar (Author)
Format: eBook
Language:English
Published: Lerner Publishing Group 2014.
Series:Penguin horror.
Subjects:
Horror tales, American.
Short stories, American.
Fantasy poetry, American.
Fantasy poetry, American
Horror tales, American
Short stories, American
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Table of Contents:
  • Intro; Title Page; Copyright; Table of Contents; Ananke; Nevermore; "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore."; 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:-vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore."; "Sorrow for the lost Lenore."; "For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Nameless here for evermore."
  • "'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door.""Here I opened wide the door;
  • Darkness there, and nothing more."; "Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."; "'Surely, ' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.'"; "Open here I flung the shutter."; ... "a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he."
  • "Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-Perched, and sat, and nothing more.""Wandering from the Nightly shore."; "'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, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy."; "But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!"; "'Wretch, '" I cried, "'thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!'"
  • "On this home by Horror haunted." ... "Tell me truly, I implore-Is there-is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!" ... ; "Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore."; "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting."; "'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!'"; "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore!"; The secret of the Sphinx; Back Cover

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