“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary sad, while I pondered, weak and weary tired, Not the least obeisance reverence made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
Over many a quaint peculiar and curious volume of forgotten lore knowledge — But, with mien aspect of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.             Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber bedroom door —
           Only this and nothing more." "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said,
"art sure no craven coward,
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak desolate December; Ghastly shockingly grim fierce and ancient Raven
And each separate dying ember burning coal wrought formed its ghost upon the wandering from the Nightly shore —
floor. Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow Plutonian shore!"
From my books surcease end of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
           Nameless here for evermore. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; Respite — respite and nepenthe drug to forget grief, from thy memories of Lenore;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating Quaff drink, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
"'Tis some visitor entreating imploring entrance at my chamber door —             Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
           This it is and nothing more." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend evil spirit!" I shrieked,
upstarting
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; Leave no black plume as a token souvenir of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
That I scarce insufficient was sure I heard you" here I opened wide the door; —             Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
            Darkness there and nothing more.
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,             Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
Open here I flung the shutter curtain, when, with many a flirt and flutter, And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore long ago;            Shall be lifted — nevermore!
 “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

Put the events in “The Raven” in order by writing the numbers 1-6 on 4) "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked,
the lines provided. upstarting
The raven comes in and perches above the narrator’s door. ___ "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
The narrator yells at the raven to leave. ____ Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
The narrator whispers “Lenore” into the hallway. ______ Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
The narrator questions whether the bird is natural or supernatural. ____ Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
The narrator reads by the fire. _____ door!"
The narrator hears something at the window and opens it. ____             Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
 
Label each stanza as following: exposition, rising action, climax, falling
action, and resolution.
5) Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
1) And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, thee
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
floor; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor             Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
           Shall be lifted — nevermore!

2) Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" here I opened wide the door;
            Darkness there and nothing more.

3) 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
           Only this and nothing more."