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raven 在英语-中文（简体）词典中的翻译

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the largest bird in the crow family, with shiny black feathers

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ravenadjective [ before noun ]

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(especially of hair) shiny and black

（尤指毛发）乌黑发亮的，乌油油的

Her pale face was framed by raven locks.

乌黑发亮的头发衬托着她苍白的脸。

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The other is to have growth without ravening inflation.

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In the morning, all the ravens in the world had not heard.

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Avian scavengers, especially ravens, will also readily predate nests.

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Of these, about 12 percent of carcasses were scavenged by other predators such as ravens or coyotes.

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Human beings are close to ravens.

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One visitor to the set said that the rooks were represented by a half-dozen trained ravens.

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We started to head to the wrong way to the side of the tent as we continued to make a detour avoiding the raven.

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The argument considers situations in which the total numbers or prevalences of ravens and black objects are unknown, but estimated.

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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 2 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 3 !"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 4 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 onlyThat 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 5 Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden boreOf 'Never—nevermore.'"But the Raven still beguiling my sad 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 linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yoreMeant in croaking "Nevermore."This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease recliningOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,She shall press, ah, nevermore!Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor."Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent theeRespite—respite and nepenthe 6 , 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 7 ?—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 8 ,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.""Be that word our sign in 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 sittingOn 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;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted—nevermore!原文参见美国诗人协会 [1]注释译文播报编辑注释1. I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow我竭力读书，想以此排遣心中的哀伤。Surcease 是古体，意思是终止阻止2. a bust of Pallas帕拉斯女神的胸像，帕拉斯就是希腊神话中的雅典娜(Athena)。3. the Night's Plutonian shore黑夜中的的冥界海岸4. living human being地球上的人们。Subalunary意思是月球之下的，地球之上的。有的版本改为 subalunary being 。5. stock and store库存物品。此处指乌鸦模仿的人语。6. Nepenthe希腊神话中的忘忧药。后泛指一切使人忘记忧愁的东西。7. Is there balm in Gilead?这里讥讽的引用了圣经中的一句：Is there no balm in Gilead; is therd nophysician there? 难道基列没有止痛药？难道那里没有医生吗？（基列是死海边的一片山区，生长着许多药用植物）8. Aidenn这是坡虚拟的一个地名，暗指伊甸园（Eden）译文乌鸦埃德加·爱伦·坡从前一个阴郁的子夜，我独自沉思，慵懒疲竭，面对许多古怪而离奇、并早已被人遗忘的书卷；当我开始打盹，几乎入睡，突然传来一阵轻擂，仿佛有人在轻轻叩击——轻轻叩击我房间的门环。“有客来也”，我轻声嘟喃，“正在叩击我的门环，惟此而已，别无他般。”哦，我清楚地记得那是在风凄雨冷的十二月，每一团奄奄一息的余烬都形成阴影伏在地板。我当时真盼望翌日——因为我已经枉费心机想用书来消除伤悲，消除因失去丽诺尔的伤感，因那位被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她美丽娇艳，在此已抹去芳名，直至永远。那柔软、暗淡、飒飒飘动的每一块紫色窗布使我心中充满前所未有的恐惧，我毛骨悚然；为平息我心儿的悸跳．我站起身反复念叨“这是有客人想进屋，正在叩我房间的门环，更深夜半有客人想进屋，正在叩我房间的门环，惟此而已，别无他般。”于是我的心变得坚强；不再犹疑，不再彷徨，“先生，”我说，“或夫人，我求你多多包涵：刚才我正睡意昏昏，而你敲门又敲得那么轻，你敲门又敲得那么轻，轻轻叩我房间的门环，我差点以为没听见你。”说着我打开门扇——唯有黑夜，别无他般。凝视着夜色幽幽，我站在门边惊惧良久，疑惑中似乎梦见从前没人敢梦见的梦幻；可那未被打破的寂静，没显示任何象征，“丽诺尔？”便是我嗫嚅念叨的惟一字眼，我念叨“丽诺尔”，回声把这名字轻轻送还；惟此而已，别无他般。我转身回到房中，我的整个心烧灼般疼痛，很快我又听到叩击声，比刚才听起来明显。“肯定，”我说，“肯定有什么在我的窗棂；让我瞧瞧是什么在那儿，去把那秘密发现，让我的心先镇静一会儿，去把那秘密发现；那不过是风，别无他般！然后我推开了窗户，随着翅膀的一阵猛扑，一只神圣往昔的乌鸦庄重地走进我房间；它既没向我致意问候，也没有片刻的停留，而是以绅士淑女的风度栖到我房门的上面，栖在我房门上方一尊帕拉斯半身雕像上面；栖息在那儿，仅如此这般。于是这只黑鸟把我悲伤的幻觉哄骗成微笑，以它那老成持重一本正经温文尔雅的容颜，“冠毛虽被剪除，”我说，“但你显然不是懦夫，你这幽灵般可怕的古鸦，漂泊来自夜的彼岸，请告诉我你尊姓大名，在黑沉沉的冥府阴间！” 乌鸦答曰“永不复焉”。听见如此直率的回答，我对这丑鸟感到惊讶，尽管它的回答不着边际——与提问几乎无关；因为我们不得不承认，从来没有活着的世人曾如此有幸地看见一只鸟栖在他房门的上面，看见鸟或兽栖在他房门上方的半身雕像上面，而且名叫“永不复焉”。但那只栖于肃穆的半身雕像上的乌鸦只说了这一句话，仿佛它倾泻灵魂就用那一个字眼。然后它便一声不吭——也不把它的羽毛拍动，直到我几乎在喃喃自语“其他朋友早已离散，明晨它也将离我而去，如同我的希望已消散。” 这时乌鸦说“永不复焉”。惊异于屋里的寂静被如此恰当的回话打破，“肯定，”我说，“此话是它惟一会说的人言，从它不幸的主人口中学来。一连串横祸飞灾曾接踵而至，直到它主人的歌中有了这字眼，直到他希望的挽歌中有了这个忧郁的字眼—— 永不复焉，永不复焉。”但那只乌鸦仍然在骗我悲伤的灵魂露出微笑，我即刻拖了张软椅到门边雕像下那乌鸦跟前；然后坐在天鹅绒椅垫上，我开始产生联想，浮想连着浮想，猜度这不祥的古鸟何出此言，这只狰狞丑陋可怕不吉不祥的古鸟何出此言，为何对我说“永不复焉”。我坐着猜想那意思，但没对乌鸦说片语只言，此时，它炯炯发光的眼睛已燃烧进我的心坎；我依然坐在那儿猜度，把我的头靠得很舒服，舒舒服服地靠着在灯光凝视下的天鹅绒椅垫，但在这灯光凝视着的紫色的天鹅绒椅垫上面，她还会靠么？啊，永不复焉！接着我觉得空气变得稠密，被无形香炉熏香，提香炉的撒拉弗的脚步声响在有簇饰的地板。“可怜的人，”我叹道，“是上帝派天使为你送药，这忘忧药能终止你对失去的丽诺尔的思念；喝吧，喝吧，忘掉你对失去的丽诺尔的思念！” 这时乌鸦说“永不复焉”。“先知！”我说“不管是先知是魔鬼，是鸟是魔，是不是撒旦派你，或是暴风雨抛你，来到此岸，来到这片妖惑鬼祟但却不惧怕魔鬼的荒原——来到这恐怖的小屋——告诉我真话，求你可怜！基列有香膏吗？告诉我，告诉我，求你可怜！” 乌鸦说“永不复焉”。“先知！”我说“不管是先知是魔鬼，是鸟是魔，凭着我们都崇拜的上帝——凭着我们头顶的苍天，请告诉这充满悲伤的灵魂。它能否在遥远的仙境拥抱一位被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她纤尘不染，拥抱一位被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她美丽娇艳。” 乌鸦说“永不复焉”。“让这话做我们的告别辞，鸟或魔！”我起身吼道，“回你的暴风雨中去吧，回你黑沉沉的夜之彼岸！别留下你黑色的羽毛作为你灵魂撒过谎的象征！留给我完整的孤独！快从我门上的雕像上滚蛋！让你的嘴离开我的心；让你的身子离开我房间！” 乌鸦答曰“永不复焉”。那只鸟鸦并没飞走，它仍然栖息，仍然栖息，栖息在房门上方苍白的帕拉斯半身雕像上面；它的眼光与正在做梦的魔鬼的眼光一模一样，照在它身上的灯光把它的阴影投射在地板；而我的灵魂，会从那团在地板上漂浮的阴影中解脱么——永不复焉！译者曹明伦 [4]创作背景播报编辑爱伦·坡的这只会说话的乌鸦的灵感可能是从英国作家狄更斯1841年写的小说《巴纳比·拉奇》中获得的（梅利莎，2007：48）。爱伦·坡曾对这部小说写过一篇很长的评论。除了把乌鸦和死亡联系在一起以外，爱伦·坡还赋予这只乌鸦以权威和力量。于是这只乌鸦的反应进而加深了他的痛苦。 [5]作品鉴赏播报编辑《乌鸦》是爱伦·坡的代表诗作。在《乌鸦》中，爱伦·坡的诗情和诗艺得到了好的展现，它是爱伦·坡的创作思想和创作手法的集中体现。《乌鸦》像爱伦·坡的许多短篇故事和诗歌一样，情节极其简单，然而有着严格、华丽的形式美、音乐美。 [3]在《乌鸦》一诗中，乌鸦出现在午夜，主人公疲惫、痛苦，沉浸在逝去心爱的人的痛苦之中。而乌鸦从黑暗中来，宛若是来自冥府的信使，又信步栖在房门上方一尊帕拉斯半身雕像上面，如智慧女神的使者。一开始乌鸦被主人公视为冥界之鸦，神气地栖在神像上，“因为我们不得不承认，从来没有活着的世人曾如此有幸地看见一只鸟栖在他的门房上面，看见鸟或兽栖在门房上方的半身雕像上面，而且名叫‘永不复焉。”乌鸦名曰“永不复焉”，意味着人死不能复还，主人公此时便沉浸在逝去美人夭亡的悲痛之中。当主人公细思乌鸦何出此言时，他认为乌鸦是神派来送忘忧草，送来慰藉。这时，他不但没有接受，反而拒绝停止对逝去美人的哀伤，继续沉浸其中。似乎在当时的情境，停止忧伤是不合时宜的。他继而怒斥乌鸦是撒旦派来的恶魔，让其回到“暴风雨中”，回到冥界，“别留下你黑色的羽毛作为你灵魂撒过谎的象征！”诗中乌鸦既带着负面的色彩，象征着死亡和绝望，又似乎带着光芒，希望人们回到理性，不要沉浸在感性带来的悲痛中。主人公在历经着丰富的心理活动，得到的回应却永远都是不变的“永不复焉”，随着对“永不复焉”的解读变化，最终，感性战胜了理性，主人公使用了乌鸦代表谎言的意象——黑色羽毛，怒斥让其回到代表死亡的暴风雨和冥府。 [6]作品影响播报编辑1845年，爱伦·坡以笔名柯尔斯在《夜镜报》上发表，立刻引起赞赏；同年，《乌鸦》在英国发表，立刻引起轰动，勃郎宁夫人曾给坡写信道：“我的朋友有的被它（指《乌鸦》）的恐怖性迷住了，有的被它的音乐性迷住了”；在法国，爱伦·坡更是被当作精神领袖崇拜，1859年，法国19世纪伟大的批评家和诗人波德莱尔为该诗法译文的发表撰写前言《一首诗的缘起》；在中国，郭沫若先生首先将其译成中文，茅盾先生也给予了高度的评价。 [3]作者简介播报编辑埃德加·爱伦·坡（Edgar Allen Poe）埃德加·爱伦·坡（Edgar Allan Poe）（1809.01.19～1849.10.07），19世纪美国文坛著名诗人、短篇小说家、文学评论家 [2]、文学批评理论家 [3]。代表作有小说《黑猫》、《厄舍府的倒塌》，诗歌《乌鸦》、《安娜贝尔·丽》等。新手上路成长任务编辑入门编辑规则本人编辑我有疑问内容质疑在线客服官方贴吧意见反馈投诉建议举报不良信息未通过词条申诉投诉侵权信息封禁查询与解封©2024 Baidu 使用百度前必读 | 百科协议 | 隐私政策 | 百度百科合作平台 | 京ICP证030173号京公网安备110000020000

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The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

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 mortal 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 blessed 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 farther 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 lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls 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.” “Be 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 lamp-light 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!

Public domain. First published by Wiley and Putnam, 1845, in The Raven and Other Poems by Edgar Allan Poe.

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Edgar Allan Poe’s stature as a major figure in world literature is primarily based on his ingenious and profound short stories, poems, and critical theories, which established a highly influential rationale for the short form in both poetry and fiction. Regarded in literary histories and...

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Raven 《乌鸦》爱伦坡中英对照

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2017-12-12 10:22:37

The Raven乌鸦埃德加·爱伦·坡著曹明伦译Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weakry. 从前一个阴郁的子夜，我独自沉思，慵懒疲竭， Over many a quint and curious volume of forgotten lore.沉思许多古怪而离奇、早已被人遗忘的传闻——While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,当我开始打盹，几乎入睡，突然传来一阵轻擂，As of some one rapping, rapping at my chamber door.仿佛有人在轻轻叩击，轻轻叩击我的房门。"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--“有人来了，”我轻声嘟喃，“正在叩击我的房门——Only this, and nothing more."唯此而已，别无他般。”Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,哦，我清楚地记得那是在萧瑟的十二月；And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.每一团奄奄一息的余烬都形成阴影伏在地板。Eagerly I wished the morrow; -vainly I had tried to borrow我当时真盼望翌日；——因为我已经枉费心机From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore-想用书来消除悲哀——消除因失去丽诺尔的悲叹——For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-因那被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她美丽娇艳——Nameless here for evermore在这儿却默默无闻，直至永远。And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain那柔软、暗淡、飒飒飘动的每一块紫色窗布Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;使我心中充满前所未有的恐怖——我毛骨惊然；So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating为平息我心儿停跳．我站起身反复叨念" ' Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-“这是有人想进屋，在叩我的房门——。Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-更深夜半有人想进屋，在叩我的房门；——This it is and nothing more.唯此而已，别无他般。”Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,很快我的心变得坚强；不再犹疑，不再彷徨，"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;“先生，”我说，“或夫人，我求你多多包涵；But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,刚才我正睡意昏昏，而你来敲门又那么轻，And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,你来敲门又那么轻，轻轻叩击我的房门，That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;我差点以为没听见你”——说着我拉开门扇；——Darkness there, and nothing more.唯有黑夜，别无他般。Deep into that: darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing凝视着夜色幽幽，我站在门边惊惧良久，Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;疑惑中似乎梦见从前没人敢梦见的梦幻；But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,可那未被打破的寂静，没显示任何迹象。And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"“丽诺尔？”便是我嗫嚅念叨的唯一字眼，This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, " Lenore! "我念叨“丽诺尔！”，回声把这名字轻轻送还，Merely this, and nothing more.唯此而已，别无他般。Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,我转身回到房中，我的整个心烧灼般疼痛，Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.很快我又听到叩击声，比刚才听起来明显。"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;“肯定，”我说，“肯定有什么在我的窗棂；Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-让我瞧瞧是什么在那里，去把那秘密发现——Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;让我的心先镇静一会儿，去把那秘密发现；——'Tis the wind, and nothing more!那不过是风，别无他般！”Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter.我猛然推开窗户，。心儿扑扑直跳就像打鼓，In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;一只神圣往昔的健壮乌鸦慢慢走进我房间；Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;它既没向我致意问候；也没有片刻的停留；But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-而以绅士淑女的风度，栖在我房门的上面——Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-栖在我房门上方一尊帕拉斯半身雕像上面——Perched, and sat, and nothing more.栖坐在那儿，仅如此这般。Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,于是这只黑鸟把我悲伤的幻觉哄骗成微笑，By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,以它那老成持重一本正经温文尔雅的容颜，"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,“虽然冠毛被剪除，”我说，“但你肯定不是懦夫，Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-你这幽灵般可怕的古鸦，漂泊来自夜的彼岸——Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night ' s Plutonian shore! "请告诉我你尊姓大名，在黑沉沉的冥府阴间！”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "乌鸦答日“永不复述。”Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,听见如此直率的回答，我惊叹这丑陋的乌鸦，Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy hore;虽说它的回答不着边际——与提问几乎无关；For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being因为我们不得不承认，从来没有活着的世人Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-曾如此有幸地看见一只鸟栖在他房门的面——Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above I us chamber door,鸟或兽栖在他房间门上方的半身雕像上面，With such mime as "Nevermore.有这种名字“水不复还。”But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only但那只独栖于肃穆的半身雕像上的乌鸦只说了That one word, as if his soul in that ill~ word he did outpour.这一句话，仿佛它倾泻灵魂就用那一个字眼。Nothing farther then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-然后它便一声不吭——也不把它的羽毛拍动——Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-直到我几乎是哺哺自语“其他朋友早已消散——On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. "明晨它也将离我而去——如同我的希望已消散。”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "这时那鸟说“永不复还。”Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,惊异于那死寂漠漠被如此恰当的回话打破，"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,"“肯定，”我说，“这句话是它唯一的本钱，Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster从它不幸动主人那儿学未。一连串无情飞灾Followed fast and followed fastel-so, when Hope he would adjure,曾接踵而至，直到它主人的歌中有了这字眼——Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure-直到他希望的挽歌中有了这个忧伤的字眼That sad answer, "Nevermore!"‘永不复还，永不复还。’”But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,但那只乌鸦仍然把我悲伤的幻觉哄骗成微笑，Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;我即刻拖了张软椅到门旁雕像下那只鸟跟前；Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking然后坐在天鹅绒椅垫上，我开始冥思苦想，Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-浮想连着浮想，猜度这不祥的古鸟何出此言——What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore这只狰狞丑陋可怕不吉不祥的古鸟何出此言，Meant in croaking "Nevermore. "为何聒噪‘永不复还。”This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing我坐着猜想那意见但没对那鸟说片语只言。To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;此时，它炯炯发光的眼睛已燃烧进我的心坎；This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining我依然坐在那儿猜度，把我的头靠得很舒服，On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,舒舒服服地靠在那被灯光凝视的天鹅绒衬垫，But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,但被灯光爱慕地凝视着的紫色的天鹅绒衬垫，She shall press, ah, nevermore!她将显出，啊，永不复还！Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer接着我想，空气变得稠密，被无形香炉熏香，Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.提香炉的撒拉弗的脚步声响在有簇饰的地板。"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee“可怜的人，”我呼叫，“是上帝派天使为你送药，Respite-respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!这忘忧药能中止你对失去的丽诺尔的思念；Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"喝吧如吧，忘掉对失去的丽诺尔的思念！”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "乌鸦说“永不复还。”"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! -“先知！”我说“凶兆！——仍是先知，不管是鸟还是魔！Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,是不是魔鬼送你，或是暴风雨抛你来到此岸，Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-孤独但毫不气馁，在这片妖惑鬼崇的荒原——On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-在这恐怖萦绕之家——告诉我真话，求你可怜——Is there-is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"基列有香膏吗？——告诉我——告诉我，求你可怜！”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "乌鸦说“永不复还。”"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil!“先知！”我说，“凶兆！——仍是先知、不管是鸟是魔！By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-凭我们头顶的苍天起誓——凭我们都崇拜的上帝起誓——Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn (8),告诉这充满悲伤的灵魂。它能否在遥远的仙境It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-拥抱被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她纤尘不染——Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.拥抱被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她美丽娇艳。”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "乌鸦说“永不复还。”"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-“让这话做我们的道别之辞，鸟或魔！”我突然叫道——"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's plutonian shore!“回你的暴风雨中去吧，回你黑沉沉的冥府阴间！Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!别留下黑色羽毛作为你的灵魂谎言的象征！Leave my loneliness unbroken! -quit the bust above my door!留给我完整的孤独！——快从我门上的雕像滚蛋！Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! "从我心中带走你的嘴；从我房门带走你的外观！”Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "乌鸦说“永不复还。”And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting那乌鸦并没飞去，它仍然栖息，仍然栖息On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;在房门上方那苍白的帕拉斯半身雕像上面；And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,而它的眼光与正在做梦的魔鬼眼光一模一样，And the lamp-light o' er him streaming throve his shadow on the floor;照在它身上的灯光把它的阴影投射在地板；And my soul from out chat shadow that lies floating on the floor而我的灵魂，会从那团在地板上漂浮的阴暗Shall be lifted-nevermore!被擢升么——永不复还！-----------------------------------------------------------------------因为最近要做字幕，在网上找这首诗的中英对照，但是发现只有中英文分开的版本，所以特别处理了一份中英逐行对照版本，用于参考和学习。

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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 mortal 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 blessed 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 farther 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 lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls 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.”

“Be 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 lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

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The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

‘The Raven’ by Edgar Allan Poe presents an eerie raven who incessantly knocks over the speaker’s door and says only one word – “Nevermore.”

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Edgar Allan Poe

Nationality: American

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Edgar Allan Poe is one of the most popular horror and mystery writers of all time.

His work during the 19th century defined multiple genres.

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Central Message: Grief and loss can lead to a descent into madness and obsession.

Themes: Death, Journey, Spirituality

Speaker: A man grieving the loss of Lenore.

Emotions Evoked: Dishonesty, Fear, Grief

Poetic Form: Narrative

Time Period: 19th Century

This poem is a haunting and melancholic poem that explores themes of grief, loss, and mortality, showcasing Edgar Allan Poe's masterful use of language and symbolism.

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This popular narrative poem is written in the first person. ‘The Raven‘ personifies the feeling of intense grief and loss, while other symbols throughout the poem reinforce a melodramatic mood that emphasizes the main character’s grief and loss. ‘The Raven’ explores the world of emotional wars that individuals face in all walks of life; specifically, the fight one can never ignore, the fight of control over the emotions of grief and loss. These battles are not physical, but leave scarring and bruising just as if they were. Poe has produced a wonderful piece of work that resonates with the feelings and experiences of every reader that comes across this poem.

The Raven

Edgar Allan Poe

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 curtainThrilled 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 mortal 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 blessed 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 onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther 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 expressingTo 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 lamp-light gloated o’er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls 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.” “Be 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 sittingOn 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;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Explore The Raven1 Summary2 Themes3 Structure and Form 4 Literary Devices5 Detailed Analysis6 Similar Poetry

Summary

‘The Raven‘ by Edgar Allan Poe(Bio | Poems) is a dark and mysterious poem in which the speaker converses with a raven.

Throughout the poem, the poet uses repetition to emphasize the mysterious knocking occurring in the speaker’s home in the middle of a cold December evening. The speaker tries to ignore it and convince himself that there’s no one there. But, eventually, he opens the door and looks into the darkness, wondering if it could be his beloved, Lenore, returned to him. No one is there, but a raven does fly into his room. It speaks to him, using only the word “Nevermore.” This is its response to everything the speaker asks of it.

Finally, the speaker decides that angels have caused the air to fill in density and wonders if they’re there to relieve him of his pain. The bird answers “Nevermore” and it appears the speaker is going to live forever in the shadow of the bust of Pallas above his door.

Themes

In ‘The Raven,’ Poe engages themes that include death and the afterlife. These two are some of the most common themes used throughout Poe’s oeuvre. These themes are accompanied by memory, loss, and the supernatural. Throughout the piece, the reader gets the sense that something terrible is about to happen or has just happened, to the speaker and those around him.

These themes are all emphasized by the speaker’s loneliness. He’s alone in his home on a cold evening, trying to ignore the “rapping” on his chamber door. By the end, it appears that he will live forever in the shadow of death and sorrow.

Structure and Form

‘The Raven’ by Edgar Allan Poe(Bio | Poems) is a ballad made up of eighteen six-line stanzas. Throughout, the poet uses trochaic octameter, a very distinctive metrical form. He uses the first-person point of view throughout and a very consistent rhyme scheme of ABCBBB. There are a large number of words that use the same ending, for example, the “ore” in “Lenore” and “Nevermore.” Epistrophe is also present, or the repetition of the same word at the end of multiple lines.

Literary Devices

Poe makes use of several literary devices in ‘The Raven.’ These include but are not limited to repetition, alliteration, and caesura. The latter is a formal device, one that occurs when the poet inserts a pause, whether through meter or punctuation, into the middle of a line. For example, line three of the first stanza. It reads: “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.” There are numerous other examples, for instance, line three of the second stanza which reads: “Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow.”

Alliteration is one kind of repetition that’s used in ‘The Raven.’ It occurs when the poet repeats the same consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. For example, “weak and weary” in the first line of the poem and “soul” and “stronger” in the first line of the fourth stanza.

Throughout, Poe uses repetition more broadly as well. For example, his use of parallelism in line structure and wording, as well as punctuation. He also maintains a very repetitive rhythm throughout the poem with his meter and rhyme scheme.

Detailed Analysis

First Stanza

The opening line of this poem proves to be quite theatrical, initiating with the classic “once upon a -” and introducing a typical melodramatic, “weak and weary” character who is evidently lost in thought during a particularly boring night. He claims to be thinking and “pondering” over volumes of old traditions of knowledge. As he nods off to sleep while reading, he is interrupted by a tapping sound. It sounds as if someone is “gently” knocking on his “chamber door.” He mutters to himself that it must be a visitor since what else could it possibly be?

The first stanza of Poe’s ‘The Raven‘ exposes a story that the reader knows will be full of drama. The imagery in just this stanza alone gives the reader a very good idea that the story about to unfold is not a happy one.

The scene opens on a “dreary” or boring midnight and a “weak and weary” character. The quiet midnight paints a picture of mystery and suspense for the reader, whilst an already tired out and exhausted character introduces a tired out and emotionally exhausting story – as we later learn that the character has suffered a great deal before this poem even begins. To further highlight the fatigued mood, he is even reading “forgotten lore,” which is basically old myths/folklore that were studied by scholars (so we assume the character is a scholar/student of sorts).

The words “forgotten” and ‘nothing more’ here sneak in the theme of loss that is prevalent in this poem. We are also introduced to our first symbol: the chamber door, which symbolizes insecurity. The chamber door functions as any door would, it opens the characters’ room/home to the outside world, and we will notice that it is also a representation of the insecurities and weaknesses of the character as he opens them up to the world outside of him. In this stanza, something is coming and “tapping” at his insecurities and weaknesses (the chamber door) due to him pondering and getting lost in thought.

Second Stanza

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.

We are quickly jolted from the scene of the stranger knocking at the door into the thoughts of the speaker. Here, he pauses to educate the reader that this sight was taking place during the “bleak” December when “dying” embers from a fire were casting “ghost” like shadows on the floor. He was wishing for the night to pass faster, desperately trying to escape the sadness of losing Lenore by busying himself with his books. It becomes very obvious that Lenore was someone important to him, as he describes her as a “rare and radiant maiden,” and it also becomes evident that she had died since she was now “nameless forevermore” in the world.

The air of suspense continues to build as Poe shifts the narrative from the tapping on the door to the thoughts of the character. This could also portray that the character himself is avoiding answering the door. If we look at the door symbolizing his weaknesses and insecurities, we can easily understand why he would want to avoid opening up to whatever was tapping on it. The diction in this stanza (bleak, separate, dying, ghost, sought, sorrow, and lost) also emphasizes the theme of loss that unfolds in this poem. We can see that Poe is already hinting to the readers about the cause of the characters’ insecurities.

The second line in this stanza also foreshadows the end of the poem as it illustrates dying “embers” casting shadows on the floor; it portrays how trapped the character will be in the shadows of loss. What exactly has he lost? We find that the character is pining for Lenore, a woman who was very dear to him (a girlfriend or wife perhaps), whom he can no longer be with as she has died and is in the company of angels. She becomes “nameless” (again underlining the theme of loss) to him because she does not exist in his world anymore. For him, she is forever lost.

Third Stanza

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled 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.”

The movement of the curtains even seems “sad” and “uncertain” to him. Watching these curtains rustle and listening to the knocking was turning his miserable and quiet mood into one of anxiety and fear. To calm himself and his quickening heartbeat, he repeated to himself that it was just some visitor who had come to see him in these late hours and “nothing more.”

Poe has provided details of the room and its belongings throughout the poem that observably symbolize the feelings of the character. This stanza demonstrates a focus on the emotional state of the character. The purple curtains can easily represent his healing wounds (as purple is the color of a bruise that is in the beginning stages of recovery), and they are described as sad and uncertain. From this, we can note that the loss of Lenore has left him feeling exactly that: sad and uncertain. This bruise of his “thrilled” him because it opened the door to thoughts and feelings the character had never ventured before. As he thought about opening the door of insecurities to whatever was knocking at them, he became excited and terrified at the same time. To calm his fears, he repeats to himself that he’s sure nothing will come out of it.

Fourth Stanza

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.

The character begins to build some confidence as he draws closer to the door to see who would come to see him at such an hour. He calls out saying sorry, ‘Sir’ or ‘Madame’, he had been napping, and the ‘tapping’ at the door was so light that he wasn’t even sure that there was actually someone knocking at the door at first. As he is saying this, he opens the door only to find nothing but the darkness of the night.

As he prepares himself to open the door of his insecurities and weaknesses to whatever awaits, he really has to push through his hesitation. He calls out, saying he wasn’t sure whether there was anything there, so he hadn’t bothered to open the door, and when he finally did, he found nothing.

The suspense is heightened after finding nothing but darkness. The reader understands that the character found nothing but darkness waiting for him through his insecurities and weaknesses, nothing but a black hole. This is not different from what anyone would find when they look internally and finally decide to open up and see through all the things that make them think less of themselves; they find a world of darkness (suffering and difficulty). It is not easy to look into yourself and your uncertainties to recognize your suffering and hardships. The character does not find it easy either.

Fifth Stanza

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal 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.

Finding nothing on the other side of the door leaves him stunned. He stands there staring into the darkness with his mind racing. How could he have heard the clear, continuous knocking at the door only to find nothing…physical? Now, because he had been pining for Lenore, she quickly comes to mind. He whispers her name into the empty night, ‘Lenore?’ and an echo whispers back, ‘Lenore!’.

Poe emphasizes how stunned the character is at looking into the hardships and suffering of his life (the darkness) through the wide-opened door of his insecurity (the chamber door) by stating that he began to doubt himself and his expectations of what he would find. He expected to find a visitor ( sympathy) but instead found empty darkness ( suffering). The character finally makes a bold move; he utters from his mouth what facing the suffering forced him to think of: Lenore. To his surprise, from his suffering came back a voice saying Lenore and nothing more. This exposes that the sole core of his suffering was truly Lenore, and he had to open that door of his self-doubt and weakness to figure it out.

Sixth Stanza

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!”

The narrator finally turns away from the empty doorway, full of fire; he had just heard her name whispered back to him. Was he insane? Was any of this real? ‘Soon again’, he hears tapping; this time louder than before and it gives the impression that it was coming from the window this time. Again, his heart starts to beat faster as he moves towards the window, wanting to “explore” this mystery. He tells himself that it must be the wind and ‘nothing more.’

The character finally snaps out of his shock and closes the door. He realizes his fears to be true. The one thing that he has no control over is truly the only thing causing him weakness: the loss of Lenore. Then he hears a tapping by the window, and this window represents realization for our character. He has now realized his fear through his weaknesses and suffering that he will forever have to live with the fact that he has lost Lenore. He is hesitant to embrace the realization (he hesitates to open the window), but he now wants to explore this newfound awareness.

Seventh Stanza

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.

He makes an effort to fling open the window, and with a little commotion, in comes a raven. The narrator describes the raven as one who looked rather royal and like it belonged in the righteous or impressive times of the past. The raven does not even acknowledge the speaker, and he simply flies in with the airs of an aristocrat and rests on the statue above the chamber door of “Pallas” (also known as Athena the goddess of wisdom). Then, it just sits there doing “nothing more”.

When the character embraces the realization of the cause of his insecurity (opens the window), The raven comes flying in. The raven is the most important symbol in this poem, which explains the title. This raven is signifying the loss that the character has suffered. Through the window of realization, his loss comes flying in to face him. The raven is described to be grand in its demeanor, much like the loss of Lenore, which intimidates him. He is quite fascinated by it and glorifies it. The interesting thing to note here is that the raven takes a seat on the statue of Pallas (Athena, goddess of wisdom), which discloses to the reader that this feeling of loss and grief that the character is feeling is literally sitting on his wisdom. It has overpowered his rational thought.

Eighth Stanza

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.”

The entrance of this raven actually puts a smile on the face of the narrator. The bird was so out of place in his chamber, but it still “wore” a serious expression as it sat there. The speaker then turns to treat the raven as a noble individual and asks him what his name is in a very dramatic manner. The raven simply replies with ‘nevermore’.

When given the chance to face his loss and grief so directly, it seems amusing to the character. So he speaks to the bird. He asks its (the bird/his grief) name, as it looked so grand and uncowardly even though it came from the world of suffering (the dark night). The raven spoke and said “nevermore”. His feelings of grief and loss (the raven) are reminding him of his greatest pain: nevermore. The raven speaks to him clearly and relays to him that what he had the deepest desire for in this life of his is now strictly nevermore.

Ninth Stanza

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 blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”

The narrator is very shocked at actually hearing the raven speak as if it were a natural thing for him. He doesn’t understand how “nevermore” answers the question. So he claims that no one, alive or dead, has ever witnessed the scene that was before him: a raven sitting on a statue of Pallas named “nevermore”.

Here, Poe uncovers for his readers that the character was shocked at the scene of facing his loss and grief only to have it so blatantly speak to him. Call to him the reason for his insecurity and weakness: the finality of “nevermore.” The character claims in this stanza that no one has ever before been able to have the experience of meeting loss and grief in physical form. He was “blessed” with this opportunity to see his feelings and put a name on it: nevermore. That is the core of his grief and loss, the finality of never living with Lenore again.

Tenth Stanza

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther 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.”

After speaking that one word, the raven did not utter another word. He sat there on the statue, very still and quiet. The narrator returns to his grim mood and mutters about having friends who have left him feeling abandoned, just like this bird will likely do. On hearing this, the bird again says:

Nevermore.

The character accepts the existence of this raven in his life and says he expects it to leave as others usually do. This signifies the reality of his emotions that he feels just like all other feelings come and go, and so will this feeling of intense grief and loss (the raven). The raven speaks out and states: Nevermore. He is highlighting and foreshadowing that it will not leave – it is going to stay with the character forever.

Eleventh Stanza

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’.”

The sudden reply from the raven startles the narrator. He comes to the conclusion that the raven only knows this one word that it has learned from “some unhappy master.” He imagines that the master of this raven must have been through a lot of hardships so he probably always used the word “nevermore” a great deal, and that is where he believes the bird picked it up.

This stanza is quite interesting as it explores the efforts of the character in trying to ignore the finality of this feeling of grief and loss. He tries to brush it off by hoping that perhaps the previous owner of such feelings was a person who emphasized the finality of such feelings, so that is why his grief is responding in such a manner. The thought of having to live with such feelings forever scares the character into denial.

Twelfth Stanza

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.”

The speaker admits that he cannot help but be fascinated by this raven. He basically sets up his chair so that he is seated right in front of the bird, watching it intently. He starts to focus his thoughts on the raven and what it could possibly mean by repeating the specific word “nevermore.”

Here, the character is clearly getting irritated by the constant presence of such strong feelings. He knows he cannot turn back now. The character is the one who opened the door of his insecurities and weaknesses into his suffering and then opened the window of realization to allow this intense feeling of loss and grief to enter and literally perch on his rational thinking/wisdom. What he is finding hard to swallow is the concept of “nevermore” – why can’t these feelings be temporary or a phase? Must they eat at him forever?

Thirteenth Stanza

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo 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 lamp-light gloated o’er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!

He sits there coming up with theories to explain the raven and its behavior to himself without actually speaking aloud in the company of this bird. Even so, he felt as though its “fiery eyes” could see through him, straight to his heart. So he continues to ponder and be lost in thought as he reclines on a soft velvet cushion that the lamplight was highlighting in the room. The sight of the cushion gleaming in the lamplight sends him spiraling into the heart-wrenching reminder that Lenore will never get a chance to touch that cushion again now that she’s gone.

Poe underlines the fact that the character has so much more feeling than what he tackles when he confronts his grief. As he contemplates over the concreteness of the words “nevermore,” he relapses into memories of Lenore. The cushion symbolizes his connection to his physical life. As he battles with his emotions, the cushion reminds him that his beloved Lenore will never share his physical space and life again. She will never, again, physically be in his company.

Fourteenth Stanza

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls 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.”

Here, the narrator seems to start hallucinating, and perhaps he is lost too deep in his thoughts. He starts to feel as though the air around him is getting thicker with perfume or a scent. He thinks he is seeing angels there who are bringing this perfume /scent to him. He calls himself a wretch because he feels this is God sending him a message to forget Lenore, comparing the scent to “nepenthe,” which is an illusory medicine for sorrow from ancient Greek mythology. He basically yells at himself to drink this medicine and forget the sadness he feels for the loss of Lenore. Almost as if on cue, the raven says: Nevermore.

When he comes to the actual realization that he has lost her physical body forever, he begins to panic. He can literally smell the sweetness of freedom from these feelings that he felt God was allowing him. He thought that it was a divine message to forget Lenore, and he wants to accept; he wants out and away from his mess of feelings, especially from the certainty the grief keeps claiming that it will last forever. He tries to force himself to let it go, but then the raven speaks. His grief overpowers him, and he still claims that he will never forget her.

Fifteenth Stanza

“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.”

Now things get pretty heated as he starts to scream at the bird, calling it a prophet and a thing of evil. He doesn’t know what to think of the bird. Did Satan (the tempter) send this bird his way, or did a storm push this bird his way? He continues and describes that even through his shouting, the raven is unmoved/unbothered even though it is alone in his company. He calls his home a desert land, haunted and full of horror and asks the raven if there is possible hope of any good or peace in the future, and of course, the raven says: nevermore.

Things get more serious in this stanza as the character loses his cool and starts to scream at his emotions. He calls them a prophet because they are basically prophesizing his unhappy life and a thing of evil because of the pain they are causing him. He doesn’t understand where such permanence has come from in his grief and loss. Shouldn’t they be a feeling of phase and pass after some time? Why is his feeling here to stay forever? He asks in his panic whether there is anything good waiting for him in life. Will the intensity of such feelings pass? It seems his feelings of grief and loss are set in stone because it just replies with a “nevermore”.

Sixteenth Stanza

“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.”

He continues to call the raven a prophet and a thing of evil as he dramatically keeps accepting the word of the raven as the answer to his questions. He then asks for the raven to tell him if he will ever get to hold Lenore again, and predictably, the raven says: nevermore.

The character is spiraling into more chaos as he realizes he is stuck in this pain, and no relief is coming his way. In desperation, he asks whether he will ever hold and embrace his beloved Lenore ever again. The raven crushes him further by saying no. His feeling of loss intensifies as his grief reaffirms for him that the life he had wanted can never ever be his to have and cherish.

Seventeenth Stanza

“Be 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.”

The raven’s answers throw the narrator into a fit as he is consumed by sorrow. He screams at the raven to leave and go back to the storm it came from and not even leave a trace of it being present in his chamber. He wants to live in his loneliness without accepting the reality of it. He does not want anything to do with the answers that the bird has given him. He continues to yell at the bird to leave and the raven simply replies with: nevermore (implying that it will not go).

At this point in the story, the character is being consumed by his own emotions and the mental game that he’s playing. He screams and cries for his loneliness to stay unbroken because he realizes that he is no longer alone; these emotions and feelings he has unearthed will continue to haunt him and live with him forever. He yells at these feelings to get away from his wisdom and rational thinking. He pleads for this feeling of intense grief and loss to take the sharp pain away that he is feeling, and, of course, as the reader knows for certain by now, the answer is “Nevermore.”

Eighteenth Stanza

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn 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;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!

The speaker ends his story by saying that the raven is still there, sitting on the statue of Pallas, almost demon-like in the way its eyes gleam. The lamplight hits the raven, casting a shadow on the floor. That shadow has trapped his soul within it, and he will never be freed from it.

Edgar Allan Poe(Bio | Poems) ends his narrative with a quiet and still character. Quite a change from the last stanzas; it is almost as if he has come to terms with the reality of the situation. It is as if we are now watching the character from the outside of his head whilst all the commotion is taking place internally. However, the character lets the reader know that all is not well. The raven still sits on the statue of Pallas, and it looks demon-like whilst casting a shadow that traps him forever.

That is significant because it gives the reader closure. It tells the reader that even though the character welcomed the feelings of loss and grief when he opened the window of realization, he despises them now. These emotions appear to him as demonic. The shadow they cast over him, meaning the mood that is created from these feelings, has a permanent hold on his soul. He has been defeated by his feelings after facing them, and he will find peace: nevermore.

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Readers who enjoyed ‘The Raven’ should also consider reading some of Poe’s other best-known poems. For example:

‘A Dream within a Dream,‘ – published in 1849, this poem examines time and our perceptions of it.

‘Alone’ – a haunting poem that touches on many of Poe’s favorite themes. It was inspired by the death of Poe’s foster mother.

‘Anabel Lee‘ – a beautiful short piece in which Poe’s speaker describes the death of a young woman, taken into the afterlife by jealous angels.

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Period: 19th Century97Nationality: American98Themes: Death93Journey55Spirituality42Emotions: Dishonesty62Fear50Grief56Topics: Animals46Birds92Darkness50Death of a Loved One60Loss62Ravens84Form: Narrative88Genre: Gothic91

Edgar Allan Poe

This celebrated work stands as one of Poe's most famous and influential poems, marked by its dark, melancholy themes and a supernatural, dream-like quality. Poe's mastery in the use of imagery and his exploration of the macabre and supernatural are vividly showcased through the recurring motifs of loss, death, fear, and the eerie presence of a talking raven that echoes the word "Nevermore" throughout the poem. This poem has cemented his place as one of America's most influential poets.

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97 This poem is a prime example of 19th-century American poetry, characterized by its romanticism and introspective nature. Poe's exploration of the human experience, particularly the experience of loss and grief, reflects the romantic tradition of exploring the mysteries of existence and the complexities of human emotion. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ American

98 This is a prime example of American poetry, reflecting the unique perspective of American writers during the 19th century. Poe's unique style and themes challenged traditional views of poetry, influencing the development of modernist poetry in the early 20th century. His exploration of the macabre and supernatural, as well as his introspective and romantic themes, has cemented his place as one of America's most influential poets. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Death

93 This poem is a fairly long, supernatural, dream-like poem. There is loss, death, fear and, and above all else, the haunting presence of the talking raven. The creature cries throughout the text, a single word: “Nevermore.” If you are looking for the perfect poem to set the scene for Halloween, to start off a dark night in delving into the scariest examples of writing in the English language, this is a great place to start. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Journey

55 The journey towards death is a recurring theme in 'The Raven,' as the speaker reflects on the loss of his beloved Lenore and the inevitability of death. Poe's exploration of the journey toward death invites readers to reflect on their own mortality and the meaning of life in the face of death. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Spirituality

42 Spirituality is an underlying theme in this poem as Poe explores the relationship between the physical world and the spiritual realm. The poem's contemplation of the afterlife reflects Poe's interest in the mysteries of existence and the role of spirituality in the human experience. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Dishonesty

62 The speaker in the poem is trapped in psychological turmoil due to his own self-deception. He cannot accept the truth of his beloved's death and continues seeking comfort in his delusions concerning the raven, even after knowing it is merely a bird. The speaker evokes readers' emotions toward dishonesty while reflecting on the challenge of coming to terms with harsh truth and the pathetic times when humans resort to even self-deception. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Fear

50 Fear is a prominent emotion in this poem as the speaker grapples with the fear of the unknown and the fear of the afterlife. Poe's use of haunting imagery and supernatural elements contributes to the poem's dark and eerie atmosphere, inviting readers to confront their own fears and anxieties. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Grief

56 The emotion of grief is central to Poe's poem as the speaker mourns the loss of his beloved Lenore. Poe's exploration of the human experience of grief and loss is powerful and evocative, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences of loss and the complexities of human emotion. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Animals

46 The raven is a prominent image in this poem, representing the supernatural and mysterious forces that haunt the speaker. Poe's use of animal imagery contributes to the poem's gothic and macabre quality, creating a powerful and unforgettable reading experience. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Birds

92 ‘The Raven’ is a supernatural, dream-like poem that makes use of his most frequently visited themes. There is loss, death, fear, and, and above all else, the haunting presence of the talking raven. The creature cries throughout the text, a single word: “Nevermore.” To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Darkness

50 Darkness is an important image in this poem, contributing to the poem's haunting and eerie atmosphere. Poe's use of darkness as a metaphorical image reflects the human experience of grappling with the unknown and the fear of the afterlife. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Death of a Loved One

60 The death of the speaker's beloved Lenore is the central event in 'The Raven,' exploring the human experience of loss and grief. Poe's evocative and powerful portrayal of the speaker's mourning process invites readers to reflect on their own experiences of loss and the complexities of human emotion. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Loss

62 The theme of loss is central to this poem as the speaker grapples with the loss of his beloved Lenore. Poe's exploration of the human experience of loss and grief is powerful and evocative, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences of loss and the complexities of human emotion. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Ravens

84 Raven is the central symbol representing the speaker's troubled state, the nature of memories, and the relentless struggle they cause. The speaker paradoxically cherishes the memories of his dead lover yet desires to move on, dealing with the psychological battle between forgetting and remembering while seeking comfort in delusions like the raven. Notably, Poe was influenced by the presence of ravens in folktales and mythology. For instance, the German pagan God Odin had two ravens representing thought and memory. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Narrative

88 This poem is a great example of a narrative poem, as it tells a story through the use of verse. The poem follows the speaker's descent into madness after the death of his beloved Lenore. The titular bird serves as a mysterious and foreboding presence, leading the speaker to confront his own mortality and the grief he feels over his loss. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+ Gothic

91 This poem is a quintessential example of gothic literature, characterized by its dark and macabre themes and imagery. Poe's use of haunting imagery and supernatural elements contributes to the poem's gothic quality, creating a powerful and unforgettable reading experience. To unlock content, login or join Poetry+

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sorry, though your comments is wonderful. I still have some questions about The Raven represents . the death or the sadness? I want to finish my homework well. but it is difficult for me to analysis.

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I think both. Remember, words and symbols can have multiple connotations.

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Deep into that darkness peering, long Istood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dreambefore; But the silence was unbroken, and the darknessgave no token, And the only word there spoken was thewhispered word, “Lenore?”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,“Lenore!”— Merelythis and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all mysoul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that issomething at my window lattice; Let me see, then, whatthereat is, and this mystery explore—Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tisthe wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, withmany a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days ofyore; Not the least obeisance made he; not aminute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched abovemy 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, “artsure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightlyshore—Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonianshore!” Quoththe Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl tohear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that noliving human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing birdabove his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamberdoor, Withsuch name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on theplacid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he didoutpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not afeather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Otherfriends have flown before—On the morrow he will leaveme, as my Hopes have flown before.” Thenthe bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by replyso aptly spoken,“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock andstore Caught from some unhappy master whomunmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster tillhis songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of‘Never—nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my sadsoul into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, andbust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betookmyself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what thisominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meantin croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but nosyllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’score; This and more I sat divining, with myhead at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that thelamp-light gloated o’er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloatingo’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser,perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tuftedfloor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lentthee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thymemories of Lenore;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lostLenore!” Quoththe Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing ofevil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee hereashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on thisdesert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell metruly, I implore—Is there—is there balmin Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoththe Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing ofevil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we bothadore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if,within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom theangels named Lenore—Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore.” Quoththe Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, birdor fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonianshore! Leave no black plume as a token of thatlie thy soul hath spoken! 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On a cold night, at midnight, the narrator is sitting by himself, “weak and weary,” reading an old book full of “forgotten lore” and nodding off. When he is suddenly awakened by something knocking at his door, he assures himself that it’s “nothing more” than a visitor.

The cold night, book of “forgotten lore,” and sudden knock establish the gothic mood and at the same time mark the narrator as a scholar. That the narrator drowses off before the knock makes it unclear if he’s awake or dreaming through the rest of the poem, whether what happens is supernatural or subconscious. Note also how he at first explains the knock rationally, using “nothing more” to assure himself the knocking has a rational origin, though the fact that he has to assure himself at all indicates his uncertainty. Both his rationality and doubt are on display.

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The narrator then explains that he remembers that all this happened back in December. As the fire slowly dies, each dying ember like a “ghost,” he wishes for the night to pass so that he might escape from his sorrow over Lenore, his dead beloved. To distract himself from thinking about her, he says, he has been reading, but without success.

The framing of the poem as a memory emphasizes how the events of the poem continue to haunt him. Here the poem also introduces the fact that the narrator is grief-stricken over his dead love Lenore, and is trying to escape that grief by reading. The fire, too, is dying. The poem vividly establishes its concerns with death and memory, and casts memory (both of his dead love, and of the raven) not as something desired but as a burden the narrator wishes he could escape, but can’t.

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When the curtains rustle, the narrator is suddenly frightened. Once again he tells himself that it’s merely a visitor, and “nothing more.”Finding some measure of courage, he calls out to whoever is knocking at the door of the room, and apologizes that he was taking so long to come to the door because he was napping.

As his fear increases, the narrator again asserts his rationality, using “nothing more” to deny the knocking could be supernatural and then acting “normal” by calling out and apologizing. But all of this effort to assure himself that there are rational answers to the knock show how, lost in grief, his rationality is already under siege. Meanwhile, the mention of napping again raises the possibility, without giving an answer one way or another, that the narrator is actually dreaming all this.

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The narrator opens the door, only to find that nobody is there. He stands at the entrance to his room, staring into the darkness, equally hopeful and fearful, “dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” He whispers “Lenore” into the darkness and hears in response only an echo – Lenore! – and “nothing more.”

Although the narrator began the poem trying to forget Lenore, in a moment of irrational hope he allows himself to wonder ifshe could possibly have returned from the dead. Suddenly it’s clear that narrator, while fearful, also wantsthe supernatural: he can’t escape the memories of his lost love, and desperately wants her to return, even if it’s as a ghost. But now the “nothing more” is turned against him to dash those hopes: earlier he used the phrase to assert rationality, but now that he is hopeful of his lost love’s supernatural return, the real world asserts itself and he is forced to realize the name is just an echo and “nothing more.”

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Suddenly, the narrator hears a knocking at his window, and he opens it. The Raven flies in, perching atop a bust of Pallas above the door. At first, the narrator finds the bird’s “grave and stern decorum” amusing, and asks it for its name. To his bemusement, the bird responds “Nevermore.” The narrator remarks to himself that what the Raven says must be “stock and store,” words picked up by copying those from a previous master. But, unable to contain his curiosity, he grabs a velvet chair and sits directly in front of the bird, trying to understand what this “ominous bird of yore” means by “Nevermore.” All the while, heimagines that Lenore might be near.

Pallas Athena is the Greco-Roman goddess of wisdom and learning. The bird’s landing place on the statue thereforeimplies a kind of opposition to such rationality. Note how at first the narrator finds the bird merely amusing, and he quickly develops a rational answer to how the bird learned the word “Nevermore.” But curiosity – the desire to learn more, to venture into the unknown – drives him to want to understand the bird. And his sense of Lenore’s presence implies that his curiosity is driven by a not-all-that rational sense that the bird might be able to give him news of his lost love. Also note how similar the bird’s “nevermore” is to the narrator’s earlier “nothing more,” except that he used “nothing more” to assert rationality, while the bird’s “nevermore” will do exactly the opposite.

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The narrator then perceives that the air has become “denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,” and says it must indicate the presence of “Seraphim,” or angels, sent from God to help him recover from his grief over losing Lenore. He wonders if he might be able to “quaff this kind nepenthe” — to forget about her entirely. The Raven, however, answers “Nevermore.”

Earlier the narrator hoped to be reunited with Lenore by supernatural means. Now suddenly he senses another possibility, that he might be saved from his painful memories by supernatural means: the “nepenthe,” a mythological potion of forgetfulness. But whereas earlier the narrator explained the Raven’s words as rote learning from a former master, now in his growing mania, he takes the Ravenseriously and is crushed when it answers his pleas with “Nevermore.”

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Growing more anxious, the narrator asks the Raven if there is “balm in Gilead” —if heaven will give him some hope of seeing Lenore again. The bird, as usual, responds “Nevermore.” The narrator asks again if he and Lenore might meet once more “within the distant Aidenn,” or Eden, but again the bird responds “Nevermore” in response. Now furious and heartbroken, the narrator screams at the bird to return to “the Night’s Plutonian shore!” and never return. But the bird does not depart.

The narrator’s relentless questions, despite the fact that the bird always answers the same way, show how the narrator’s rationality has not just failed in helping him understand the bird, but pushed him to despair and near-madness. First, in his fervor to understand the bird’s meaning, he has lost sight of the fact that the bird might not have any meaning at all – that its words might be nonsense. Once he gives that up, his mind slips into a kind of interpretive frenzy, finding meaning in everything, and seeing the Raven’s “nevermore” as denying all his hopes of reuniting with Lenore. He’s fallen down a kind of rabbit hole, in which he tries to figure out the unknowable – the raven, death – and with each failure only tries harder until he erupts in fury and despair.

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As the poem ends, the narrator is overcome by despair, while the Raven “never flitting, still is sitting” on the bust of Pallas. The narrator concludes by saying he continues to live in the bird’s inescapable shadow.

The Raven’s refusal to leave parallels the narrator’s memories of Lenore, which likewise never dissipate, suggesting that death and grieving for the dead are inescapable. Further, the Raven sitting, forever, on the bust of Pallas suggests that the narrator’s ability to reason has been permanently diminished and overwhelmed by the unknowable. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter whether the Raven is a supernatural visitor, a product of the narrator’s dream, or a random bird that learned one word. In each case, it is the narrator’s own doubts in the face of loss, memory, and the unknown that have driven away his rational peace forevermore.

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