FREE ESSAY ON THE RAVEN

THE RAVEN

The Raven
Once upon a midnite dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven,
This poem is mainly about his wife dying and her being sick and his depression and anger.
Nameless here forevermore, Only this and nothing more, Darkness there and nothing more,
Tis the wind and nothing more.
While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping as pf sp,epme gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door, some visitor, he muttered tapping at my chamber door.
Wondering , fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before, the
silence was unbroken and the only word spoken was the whispered word "Lenore" and that he
whispered back and then echo came back "Lenore" merely that and nothing more. Open then
came the shutter, with a flutter, and there stood a Raven of the saintly days of yore,
and there it stood perched above my chamber door, Raven wondering from the Nightly shore
tell me what the lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore, his response, " quote the
raven nevermore"
Then the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censor swung by "seraphim" whose foot
falls tinkled on the hard floor. Wretch he cried, respite the memories of Lenore this
kind nepenthe and forget his lost Lenore. Thing of evil, bird of devil, tell his soul
with sorrow laden if within the distant Aidenn it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the
angels name Lenore. And the raven never flitting still is sitting just above my chamber
door, and his eyes have all the seeming of demon's that is dreaming and the lamp light
over him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, and my soul from out of that shadow
that lies floating on the floor, "shall be lifted-nevermore".