Edgar Allan Poe-The Master of Mystery, Macabre, & Suspense
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The Raven
Poetic Devices & Figurative Language Rhyme: a pattern of repeating, similar sounds Rhythm: the “flow” or “beat” of the words Onomatopoeia : makes the exact sound it spells Alliteration: the repeating of the consonant sounds Imagery: the pictures the words create Metaphor: comparing two things WITHOUT “like” or “as” Simile : comparing two things USING “like” or “as” Personification: giving human traits to non-human objects
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“ONCE upon a midnight dreary…”
“And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.” “To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core.”
“…suddenly there came a tapping, as if some one gently rapping…” “On the morrow, he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before”
“Quoth, the raven, ‘Nevermore.’” “Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe Published on January 29, 1847