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Edgar Allan Poe

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Transcript of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe His Influences The deaths of his mothers and wife from tuberculosis
The time period of panic due to the tuberculosis epidemic
he was never accepted by his stepfather
Alcoholism
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Walt Whitman, and Arthur Conan Doyle as well
Frequently used themes of death, pain, loss grief, or madness/insantiy

His Background
Born January 19, 1809
Mother Eloizabeth died when he was two
Adopted by the Allans
Went to school in the United States and England
Attended the University of Virginia but dropped out due to lack of funds
Joined the Army as Edgar A Perry and discharged after 2 years
Married his cousin Virginia Clemm after he wrote Tamerlane ond Other Poems
1845 He wrote The Raven
Wife Virginia died of tuberculosis on January 30, 1847
Felt into pit of despair and drank perfusely giving him a reputation of being incompetant
He was found delirous on October 3rd in Boston and taken to a hospital where he mysterously died on October 7th
Rumors have surfaced that he died of rabies, cooping, suicide, syphillis, cholera, or muder but no one knows
The Poe Toaster became part of the story in 1949 when he left three rosew and a half-filled bottle of cognac on his grave and has done this unti 2009

A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep
O God can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? Contains End Rhyme and near rhyme, Imagery along with personification.
Mood of depression and a sense of loss
Type of darkness of grief
The sand symbolizes sand in an hourglass and time is moving on
With "pitiless wave" he is comparing the wave to an indifferent or cruel person
Parallelism and rhetorical in the end of both stanzas
Mood is dark and filled with madness as he is talking to a bird
Diction
Internal Rhyme
Symbolism-the Raven symbolizes his last bit of hope his lover is not gone
Theme of insanity, loss and grief Imitation
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish Ryming couplets
Personification
diction
eye rhyme.
Shift in point of view and then back in line 14
Mood is haunting and secretive then changes to indifference
Poem is about one wrestling with their inner demons or subconcious and trying to supress their feelings
Theme of insanity or madness The Raven Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDB

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 name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

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.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"By that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken
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."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore Quiz
What happened to Edgar's mothers?
How old was he when is birth mother died?
What were aq few of his influences?
What was the symbolism in The Raven?
What was the format of A Dream within a Dream?
What was the mesage in Imitation?
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