The Raven

Perhaps Edgar Allen Poe's most famous poem, the "Raven" is a macabre exploration of a man, his memories of Lenore, and the black bird that interrupts his studies on a dark December night, with tap-tap-tapping at his chamber door. (Summary by Hugh)

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The Raven

Perhaps Edgar Allen Poe's most famous poem, the "Raven" is a macabre exploration of a man, his memories of Lenore, and the black bird that interrupts his studies on a dark December night, with tap-tap-tapping at his chamber door. (Summary by Hugh)

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The Raven

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

 


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Perhaps Edgar Allen Poe's most famous poem, the "Raven" is a macabre exploration of a man, his memories of Lenore, and the black bird that interrupts his studies on a dark December night, with tap-tap-tapping at his chamber door. (Summary by Hugh)


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(Price's pictures) do a great job of evoking the brooding guilt, terror, and love in Poe's famous poem ... lengthy appended notes will spark discussion on both the poem and the art.—Booklist

Price's vision of The Raven not only haunts, but also brings Poe's work back to life. An ideal resource for teachers and students.—School Library Journal

Price's illustrations make the viewer pause and consider the cracks in the narrator's mind, and they provide glimpses into the strange, violent story behind his torment.—Toronto Star

Product Details

BN ID: 2940169133660
Publisher: DISCOS PALMAS
Publication date: 07/09/2019
Sales rank: 74,331

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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 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 -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

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