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  1. 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—

  2. The narrator perceives the Raven as a wandering ancient creature. In Genesis 8:7, Noah sends a dove and a raven in opposite directions to test if the water had receded enough for his family and the animals to leave the ark. The dove remains famous for returning and signaling the end of the flood.

  3. 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 ...

  4. See the Versions of The Raven page. You can also read The Raven along with a set of illustrations created by Gustav Dore in 1883. The complete, unabridged text of The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, with vocabulary words and definitions.

  5. Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”. 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 ...

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  6. 30 nov 2005 · Text: EBook-No. 17192: Release Date: Nov 30, 2005: Most Recently Updated: Dec 13, 2020: Copyright Status: Public domain in the USA. Downloads: 871 downloads in the last 30 days. Project Gutenberg eBooks are always free!

  7. 1 ott 1997 · But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul 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.