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.
(The rest of the poem can be read here -
http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html)
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This story is about a man who is sorrowful over the loss of a woman named 'Lenore'. He hears knocking at the door, and opens it. Once he does, he hears the echo of the word 'Lenore'. Thinking it's just the wind, he closes it and goes back to sit, He hears tapping at the window, and he opens it and a raven comes in. The man starts asking the raven questions, to which the raven replies 'Nevermore' Becoming increasingly frustrated with the raven's continuous use of 'Nevermore', he finally feels that his soul will 'nevermore' leave the raven's shadow.
I really like this poem because it tells a wonderful story in such a short time. It has a lot of imagery, and it also well made. I really like the rhyming scheme, and I like the repetition in the story. I chose it because of these same reasons, and because I wanted to put a story into my anthology.
The figurative elements in this excerpt of the story are - Onomatopoeia (lines 3, 4 & 5)
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