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The Raven and Other Poems
Hailed as one of America's most preeminent storytellers, Edgar Allen Poe broods in a collection of poems that will captivate your modern reader with their lyricism and unworldly visions. Lovers of scary tales will appreciate his truly original voice and get a good introduction to classical literature.
Paperback, 80 pages
Published
September 1st 2002
by Scholastic Paperbacks
(first published 1845)
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Published in January, 1845,"The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe, is a poem, a lament, telling of loss, isolation, and loneliness. The opening lines identify the speaker as someone who feels tired and weak but is still awake in the middle of a gloomy night. He passes the time by reading a strange book of ancient knowledge. Poe uses alliteration to convey the effect of unsteadiness. This line also sets the poem's rhythmical pattern and provides the first example of the use of internal rhyme in "dreary"...more
Está bueno.. pero un poco deprimente... tengo algunas frases sacadas del libro que me parecieron interesantes:
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 "'T is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
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The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe)
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yeah! Edgar Allan Poe! :D
"Though thy crest b...more
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 "'T is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
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The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe)
- Note Loc. 237 | Added on Wednesday, May 23, 2012, 11:50 PM
yeah! Edgar Allan Poe! :D
"Though thy crest b...more
First published in the New York Evening Mirror in 1845, The Raven, is perhaps one of Poe’s most well-known poems.
A talking raven visits a man tormented by the loss of his love, “the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore”. The Raven perches upon the man’s chamber door and foretells he will “nevermore” be reunited with his love, not even in death. With each refrain of “nevermore” the protagonist becomes more and more agitated until he finally succumbs to madness.
“And the raven, neve...more
A talking raven visits a man tormented by the loss of his love, “the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore”. The Raven perches upon the man’s chamber door and foretells he will “nevermore” be reunited with his love, not even in death. With each refrain of “nevermore” the protagonist becomes more and more agitated until he finally succumbs to madness.
“And the raven, neve...more
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 b...more
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 b...more
O Corvo e Outros Poemas pela edição Calçada das Letras de Edgar Allan Poe, apresenta-nos os poemas 'O Corvo', 'Annabel Lee' e 'Ulalume'. Após a leitura destes magníficos poemas, somos ainda presenteados com o texto 'A Filosofia da Composição' por parte Poe em que este explica a construção do poema 'O Corvo'.
Cada poema vem tanto em inglês como em português, sendo esta última versão traduzida por Fernando Pessoa. Tenho de confessar que prefiro muito mais os poemas em inglês do que em português. Em...more
Cada poema vem tanto em inglês como em português, sendo esta última versão traduzida por Fernando Pessoa. Tenho de confessar que prefiro muito mais os poemas em inglês do que em português. Em...more
this book is all about poems about life. there is one about sadness that reminds me of sadness!!!! this book was soo boring i didnt like at all but there was only one poem that got me interested. i dont recomend this to anyone becouse it is a hard book to understand. i had a lot of trouble trying to fu=igure out what was the meaning of each poem but i did make me think a lot. it helped a lot by bringign my reading levels up becouse aftyer reading this book i took the teenbiz3000 test and i bumpe...more
May 27, 2012
Maria
marked it as to-read
Well, all I know is that when I was about eight, I had a small illustrated book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, that I got in the Book Fair at my school. The pictures included a certain memorable one of a skeleton dressed in a ragged red cloak, swinging from a bell and grinning maniacally as if the bell was signally the arrival of Death. On the verso was a starved and spitting black cat whose back was arched so high that it looked physically impossible, even for a cat that was staring evilly out at...more
I've been hearing about Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven for just about my entire life so when I found this little collection on my mother's bookshelf I thought I'd take a look at what everyone was talking about. I love this genre for one thing; the gothical, horror type works from the 19th century are certainly my kind of read. I was quite surprized by how easy Poe's work was to understand at least in this collection as I always go into poetry thinking I'm not going to understand it and it's going t...more
It's basically a collection of depressing poems by EAP. My favorite of which is, The Raven. My second favorite is, Annabel Lee. And my third favorite is, The Valentine. The reason I gave this 4 stars is because I love the way Poe writes poems but also because some seemed to drag on and on and on.
The Raven, I loved this poem. It flows in a way I can't describe and describes a not so great story. If you listen the story isn't great because there is soo much symbolism.
Annabel Lee, This poem is abou...more
The Raven, I loved this poem. It flows in a way I can't describe and describes a not so great story. If you listen the story isn't great because there is soo much symbolism.
Annabel Lee, This poem is abou...more
From the chilling poem "The Raven" to the tragic tale of "Annabel Lee," Edgar Allan Poe illustrates the grim and forsaken. While many of his poems center around the eerie death of young women, his words seem like velvet on your tongue. A favorite in this collection was his short "A Dream Within a Dream" where the narrator mourns his inability to save the ones we love.
I would strongly recommend this collection of poems to adults and young adults alike. While his poems are dark, they can help relu...more
I would strongly recommend this collection of poems to adults and young adults alike. While his poems are dark, they can help relu...more
The Raven by Edgar Alllan Poe is a well written narrative poem. The poem describes a midnight visit by a raven to a man's home. This man is deeply saddened by the loss of his lover, Lenore. The narrator who is never given a name slowly disintegrates into madness. The raven speaks only one word to the man "Never more". The bird sits on a bust of Pallas while he faces the man. The man is very worried that the raven will fly out of his life. Just as "Other friends have flown before" (Page 39). The...more
I've always loved Edgar Allen Poe's works. Always. As I was reading this book, I decided to read The Raven out loud. Late at night. With almost every light in the house off. And for some odd reason, my hubby was hauling dirt into the backyard with a wheel barrow that squeaked. The more I read into the poem, the faster my voice got. Reading this, along with the fast squeaking, gave me goosebumps and scared me crazy. Awesome. It reminded me of the first time I read it. I think I loved it as much t...more
In my estimation Poe was a nut case. The Ravern illustrates that more than anything else/
Edgar Allen Poe was my first love as a emo high school goth, thick with black eyeliner and heavy stares, convinced my deep green eyes saw the world deeper and more completely than any of my peers. In other words, High Goth, standard cookie-cut-individualism. I still wear black eyeliner, it's the one habit I've never been able to break. Musically, I highly recommend Alan Parson's "Tales of Mystery and Imagination" as an excellent companion piece. Favorite tales of mine were "Dr. Tarr and Professo...more
"Once upon a midnight dreary." I love Poe. How could anyone not? I loved it so much, I memorized it! I've forgotten most of it since then, but it compelled me to take it to heart. Dark yet enchanting, Poe has a way of drawing the reader it. It lacks the gore of modern horror and suspense but is much more effective and endearing. This is a schoolyard classic, and if you haven't read it you are missing out. Pick this up now and read it! I can still hear the words in my head being spoken in a spook...more
This is a classic collection of Edgar Allen Poe poems filled with dark, lonely and mysterious imagery. I am new at writing poetry and look at Edgar Allen Poe for some great inspiration. Granted I do not have as a twisted mind as Poe, but the way he uses his language is inspiring. Every word in each poem has a significant, important meaning. I love his use of rhyme, alliteration and meter. He is more formal than most poets, but I like how he uses form when needed. I keep these things in mind whe...more
The themes in this book are sorrow, and darkened dreams. An example of sorrow are when he speaks that hope is always lost, but then, his dying hope is what keeps him going. Like when he writes poems about women, he speaks of forgotten hope, and his sorrow in his haunted dreams. An example of darkened dreams are when he speaks of a valley of unrest, and that ghastly ghouls are about.
What Edgar Allen Poe is saying about sorrow, and darkened dreams, is that when you have lost all hope, you feel so...more
What Edgar Allen Poe is saying about sorrow, and darkened dreams, is that when you have lost all hope, you feel so...more
Ahhh...Edgar Allen Poe, America's brilliant, tormented, twisted literary genius! I pay him honor by writing my first review on this great site about his poetry. Not his stories, his poetry. The book I own contains ALL of his poems, not just the select few like "The Raven." (which of course, is a mind-blowing poem in its own right.) Poe is the master of rhyme and form. His poems paint colorful pictures in my head; I walk alone through the desolate "City In The Sea". I stand weeping next to the ra...more
I am not a big fan of poetry, but Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favorite authors, so for me, it is hard not to like the book. My favorite poem from the book is The Raven because I like how the narrator is trying to forget his loss love, Lenore. He has this undying devotion for her that is so romantic, and it is hard not to keep reading. The raven of the poem makes it even more interesting because he is being comical, only saying the word "Nevermore" every time the narrator asks for his name. If y...more
Poe's poetry is one of the most stupidly fascinating things in the American canon. It's both dark and bright, hopeless and hopeful, beautiful and grotesque. While his stories are particularly well-wrought pieces that consistently transcend his chosen genre, his poems are more sublime, more perfect, and more challenging. From carefully structured pulp pieces like "The Conqueror Worm" to his true masterpiece, "El Dorado", Poe's consistently reliable genius marks every perfectly chosen word.
I believe that this rhyme (Poe's own composition) accurately summarizes Poe's writings.
'And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
And used to throw my earthly rest
And quiet all away in jest -
I could not love except where Death
Was mingling his with Beauty's breath -
Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny
Were stalking between her and me.'
His poems are amazingly lyrical, but they are all rather dark. 'The Bells' was probably my favorite in this collection.
'And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
And used to throw my earthly rest
And quiet all away in jest -
I could not love except where Death
Was mingling his with Beauty's breath -
Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny
Were stalking between her and me.'
His poems are amazingly lyrical, but they are all rather dark. 'The Bells' was probably my favorite in this collection.
This is a collection of poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. Death and sorrow are strong themes in this collection, but it makes the collection a dark and eerie read that does not weigh the reader down.
I enjoyed reading the famous "Raven" most among this collection. Probably because of its popularity, but also because of the pace and flow of the piece. It made me think of unwanted visitors I have in my head, and how I wan to chase them out of my "bedchamber", but often cannot.
I enjoyed reading the famous "Raven" most among this collection. Probably because of its popularity, but also because of the pace and flow of the piece. It made me think of unwanted visitors I have in my head, and how I wan to chase them out of my "bedchamber", but often cannot.
Scholastic put together this excellent collection of Poe's better known poetry. It is a great introduction to Poe's work. Some of the poems included are The Bells, To Helen, El Dorado, Annabel Lee, Ulalume, and course The Raven. The introduction to the poems is written by Philip Pullman of His Dark Materials fame and is very well done. Like all poetry these poems are meant to be read aloud and are wonderful examples of Poe's dark, but beautiful, style.
Just to clarify, I did not read all the poems of Edgar Allan Poe. The book I read on my Kindle, which I did not find here, was his poem The Raven plus commentary. I wanted to re-read the poem, which I enjoyed greatly. The commentary talked about some places where Poe might have gotten his inspiration or where he might have copied his unique rhyming scheme (well not so unique, since Elizabeth Barrett used it first). Overall, a quick and enjoyable read.
I have never particularly liked poetry - especially rhyming poetry, which often comes out seeming trite. The Raven in particular is a masterpiece. It doesn't feel like Poe was even searching for a rhyme, but that it just fell into place. His repetition of words gives a creepy, rhythmic feel to the poem and while reading it, you almost forget altogether that it is in fact a poem, since you're caught up in its narrative.
Edgar Allan Poe has a style of writing that carries his reader through the poem with childlike enthusiasm. It’s like a carnival ride; he takes you along with him in traumatic highs and downward spirals alike. The Raven is no different, you can hear his pain as he speaks of his long lost Lenore and you can feel his confusion as he tries to figure out what evil, if any, this raven is.
Edgar Allan Poe fue mi primer contacto con la poesía. El cuervo fue el segundo poema que leí de él y me encantó. El primero fue El corazón delator. Recuerdo que lo leí en clase y mientras lo leí me emocioné tanto que la maestra no me interrumpió para que alguien más siguiera la lectura. No recuerdo cómo lo leí, pero al terminar, todos estaban con la boca abierta.
The Raven, a Poe classic, is notorious for it's slow building and insistent tension, which is built flawlessly. Poe, through imagery and a subtle-- and sometimes not so subtle-- use of repetition, confuses and disturbs even the most avid and calm reader. The Raven is an experience, a plague of the mind; by the end we are too dead on the floor, to rise nevermore.
Since Halloween is this weekend I thought I'd review one of my favorite writers. Edgar Allan Poe is just someone I find fascinating. I love his poetry far more than his fiction. I use to pick up this book and read a poem or short story and put it down and forget about it for months. Then there it would be, in the bottom drawer of my nightstand, begging to be read again.
Your life isn't complete unless you've read Poe at least once.
Your life isn't complete unless you've read Poe at least once.
Ok, this book was ummmmmm............... Disturding? I mean the poems was good but it was really creepy, disturbing, scary, ect. But this was a really good poetry book. Its just that it was..............well thought out? I dont know. But if ever need to read a poetry book, you should read this. But whatver you do, dont read at night.
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The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Raven,” and “The Fall of the House of Usher.” This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundr...more
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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,”
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Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,”
“I saw thee once - only once - years ago:
I must not say how many - but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared stir, unless on tiptoe -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in the parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell upon the upturn'd faces of the roses,
And on thine own, upturn'd - alas, in sorrow!
Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight -
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footsteps stirred: the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! - oh, G**!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
Save only thee and me. I paused - I looked -
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind the garden was enchanted!)
The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All - all expired save thee - save less than thou:
Save only divine light in thine eyes -
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them - they were the world to me.
I saw but them - saw only them for hours -
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deep -
How fathomless a capacity for love!
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go - they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me - they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers - yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle -
My duty, to be saved by their bright fire,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope,)
And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still - two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!”
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I must not say how many - but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared stir, unless on tiptoe -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in the parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell upon the upturn'd faces of the roses,
And on thine own, upturn'd - alas, in sorrow!
Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight -
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footsteps stirred: the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! - oh, G**!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
Save only thee and me. I paused - I looked -
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind the garden was enchanted!)
The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All - all expired save thee - save less than thou:
Save only divine light in thine eyes -
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them - they were the world to me.
I saw but them - saw only them for hours -
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deep -
How fathomless a capacity for love!
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go - they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me - they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers - yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle -
My duty, to be saved by their bright fire,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope,)
And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still - two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!”
Dec 08, 2012 07:53pm