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The Raven

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe

Narrated by Timothy Ferguson

Unabridged — 8 minutes

Edgar Allan Poe

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Overview

Edgar Allan Poe's ""The Raven,"" delves into the hidden horrors of the human psyche. One bleak December midnight a raven shows up at his door¿with only one thing to say, ¿Nevermore!¿ The raven's repetitious ¿Nevermore¿ slowly drives the narrator to madness. Yanai Pery brings to life the narrator and the raven in a truly unique way. The perfect book to revisit this classic poem and delve into its mysteries in a new and intriguing way.


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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: 2940171462581
Publisher: Author's Republic
Publication date: 11/15/2019
Edition description: Unabridged

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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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