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The Raven is a narrative poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1845. It is the most famous of his poems and the one that brought him great fame. The raven gained popularity very quickly, and several reprints and illustrated versions of the poem were made in a short time.
Edgar Allan Poe's intention in writing The Raven was to create a poem that would appeal to both the educated and the popular classes, so he wrote the poem methodically and logically.
A young narrator, whose name is unknown, is followed by a talking crow while he is reading to escape and forget the loss of his beloved Leonora. Suddenly he hears several knocks in the house, through the wall or the window, and when the young man approaches to see what is happening, a raven enters his room.
The narrator asks him for his name but the only thing the raven answers is: "Nevermore", which surprises the narrator since he was not expected to be able to speak. The narrator continues to interact with the raven but continually responds with the same phrase. The narrator thinks that he learned that word from some former owner and that it is the only thing he can pronounce.
The narrator begins to think that the raven is a creature of the devil and tries to get rid of it...
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Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer and poet, best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre.
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.