The Raven
once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary... thus begins perhaps the most-quoted poem ever written in the English Language. Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven is illustrated with Alen James Robinson's masterful etchings and wood engravings
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The Raven
once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary... thus begins perhaps the most-quoted poem ever written in the English Language. Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven is illustrated with Alen James Robinson's masterful etchings and wood engravings
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The Raven

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

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once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary... thus begins perhaps the most-quoted poem ever written in the English Language. Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven is illustrated with Alen James Robinson's masterful etchings and wood engravings

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781523831371
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 02/03/2016
Edition description: Large Print
Pages: 26
Product dimensions: 5.98(w) x 9.02(h) x 0.05(d)
Lexile: NP (what's this?)
Age Range: 11 - 17 Years

About the Author

About The Author
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) reigned unrivaled in his mastery of mystery. Born in Boston, he was orphaned at age three, expelled from West Point for gambling and became an alcoholic. In 1836 he secretly wed his thirteen-year-old cousin. "The Raven", published in 1845, made Poe famous. He died in 1849 under what remain suspicious circumstances.

Read an Excerpt

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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