The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe Narrated by Joe Hempel

Overview

“Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

 

Nevermore...Nevermore...Nevermore. Ever since Edgar Allen Poe penned those words to paper in 1845, the infamous response of the raven has continued to echo throughout history. The poem has become so familiar that we know it in our bones. From the memorable opening line-Once upon a midnight dreary-Poe paints a bleak scene that swiftly catapults us to the depths of heartbreak and grief.

 

This edition opens with commentary from the great critic Edmund C. Stedman. His insights will satisfy students, scholars, and poetry enthusiasts looking to deepen their understanding of this profound piece of literature.

 

Poe's written masterpiece truly comes alive in this audio performance. Experience the musical quality, heart-pounding rhythm, and haunting notes as never before. Nevermore...Nevermore...Nevermore.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

(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:	2940176863024
Publisher:	Spotify Audiobooks
Publication date:	01/03/2023
Edition description:	Unabridged

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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