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Explication of Poe's Poems



             threw shadows on the floor, and I eagerly wished it to be the next day (8-9). Vainly, I tried to.
             borrow happiness from my books in order to quell my own sadness- sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
             the rare and radiant maiden named by angels, never again to be mentioned here on earth (9-12).
             The unnerving rustling of each purple curtain enraptured me- filled me with extraordinary terrors.
             never felt before (13-14). To calm my beating heart, I repeated, "Someone's here appealing at the.
             entrance of my chamber door- just some late visitor asking at my door. That's all, nothing.
             else.""(15-18). .
             Immediately, my soul grew stronger, and then no longer hesitating, I said, "Sir, or Madam,.
             I ask for your forgiveness. I was barely sure I heard you tapping so gently and faintly at my.
             chamber door because I was napping."" (19-23). Then I opened the door wide, and there was only.
             darkness and nothing else (23-24). I stood there for a long time, peering deep into that darkness,.
             wondering, fearing, doubting and dreaming dreams no being ever dared to dream before (25-26).
             The silence remained unremitting and the darkness gave no sign (27). The only word spoken was.
             "Lenore!- whispered by me, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!- (28-29). Only this,.
             and nothing else (30). .
             I turned back into my chamber, all my soul within me radiating, and soon again I heard a.
             tapping somewhat louder than before (31-32). "Probably something is at my window alcove. Let.
             me see, then, what it is, let my heart calm down, and explore this mystery. It's just the wind and.
             nothing else!-(33-36). So I flung open the shutter, when, with much flapping and flutter, in.
             stepped a striking, almost noble, raven of virtuous days of history past (37-38). He didn't show.
             the least respect, and didn't pause for an instant. But, with the air of a lord or lady, he perched.
             above my chamber door upon a bust of Pallas (39-40). He perched and sat there, and nothing.
             else (42).


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