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  Speaker 2: Pigeon Publishing House presents The Raven. Author, Edgar Allan Poe.
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  Speaker 2: Narrated by Henry Wells.
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  Speaker 1: Preface.
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  Speaker 2: First published in 1845. The Raven is one of the
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  Speaker 2: most famous poems in American literature and the work most
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  Speaker 2: closely associated with Edgar Allan Poe. Through its haunting atmosphere,
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  Speaker 2: musical language, and unforgettable refrain, the poem explores grief, memory, longing,
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  Speaker 2: and the devastating persistence of loss. The poem follows a
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  Speaker 2: grieving narrator who, late at night, is visited by a
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  Speaker 2: mysterious raven that enters his chamber and repeatedly answers his
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  Speaker 2: questions with a single word, nevermore. What begins as a
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  Speaker 2: strange and almost playful encounter gradually becomes a psychological descent
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  Speaker 2: into despair as the narrator projects his deepest fears and
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  Speaker 2: hopes onto the enigmatic bird. One of the poem's greatest
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  Speaker 2: strengths is its carefully constructed atmosphere. Darkness, midnight, shadows, silence.
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  Speaker 2: and the repeated sound of the raven create an increasingly
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  Speaker 2: oppressive sense of isolation. Poe combines these elements with rhythm,
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  Speaker 2: internal rhyme, and repetition to produce a musical quality that
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  Speaker 2: intensifies the emotional experience of the poem. At its heart,
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  Speaker 2: the raven is a meditation on the inability to escape grief.
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  Speaker 2: The narrator desperately wishes to believe that his lost love, Lenore,
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  Speaker 2: might somehow be recovered or remembered beyond death. Yet the
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  Speaker 2: Raven's relentless response transforms hope into despair, suggesting that the
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  Speaker 2: past cannot be restored and that some forms of loss
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  Speaker 2: remain permanently beyond human control. Poe deliberately leaves much of
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  Speaker 2: the poem open to interpretation. The Raven can be understood
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  Speaker 2: as an actual mysterious visitor, a supernatural symbol, or an
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  Speaker 2: external representation of the narrator's own troubled mind. This ambiguity
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  Speaker 2: contributes to the poem's enduring power, allowing each reader to
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  Speaker 2: experience its darkness in a different way. More than a
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  Speaker 2: century and a half after its publication, The Raven remains
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  Speaker 2: one of the most recognizable poems in the English language.
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  Speaker 2: Its imagery, sound, and exploration of mourning have influenced literature, music, theater, film,
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  Speaker 2: and popular culture securing its place as a lasting masterpiece
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  Speaker 2: of Gothic poetry. The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary,
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  Speaker 2: while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint
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  Speaker 2: and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping,
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  Speaker 2: suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping,
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  Speaker 2: rapping at my chamber door.' Tis some visitor, I muttered,
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  Speaker 2: tapping at my chamber door. Only this, and nothing more. Ah,
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  Speaker 2: distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December. And
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  Speaker 2: each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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  Speaker 2: Eagerly I wished the morrow. Vainly I had sought to
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  Speaker 2: borrow from my book's surcease of sorrow. Sorrow for the
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  Speaker 2: lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the
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  Speaker 2: angels name Lenore. Nameless here, forevermore. and the silken sad
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  Speaker 2: uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me
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  Speaker 2: with fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now, to
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  Speaker 2: still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,' Tis
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  Speaker 2: some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late
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  Speaker 2: visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is,
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  Speaker 2: and nothing more. Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then
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  Speaker 2: no longer. Sir, said I, or madam, truly your forgiveness
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  Speaker 2: I implore, but the fact is I was napping, and
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  Speaker 2: so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping,
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  Speaker 2: tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure
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  Speaker 2: I heard you. Here I opened wide the door, darkness there,
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  Speaker 2: and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I
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  Speaker 2: stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever
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  Speaker 2: dared to dream before. But the silence was unbroken, and
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  Speaker 2: the darkness gave no token. And the only word there
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  Speaker 2: spoken was the whispered word, Lenore. This I whispered, and
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  Speaker 2: an echo murmured back the word, Lenore. Merely this, and
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  Speaker 2: nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul
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  Speaker 2: within me burning, soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat
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  Speaker 2: louder than before. Surely, said I, surely that is something
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  Speaker 2: at my window lattice. Let me see. Then, what thereat is,
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  Speaker 2: and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment,
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  Speaker 2: and this mystery explore. Tis the wind, and nothing more.
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  Speaker 2: Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a
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  Speaker 2: flirt and flutter, in there stepped a stately raven of
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  Speaker 2: the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he,
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  Speaker 2: not a minute stopped or stayed he, but, with mean
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  Speaker 2: of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. PERCHED
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  Speaker 2: UPON A BUST OF PALACE JUST ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR, PERCHED,
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  Speaker 2: AND SAT, AND NOTHING MORE. THEN THIS EBONY BIRD BEGUILING
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  Speaker 2: MY SAD FANCY INTO SMILING, BY THE GRAVE AND STERN
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  Speaker 2: DECORUM OF THE COUNTENANCE IT WORE. THOUGH THY CREST BE
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  Speaker 2: SHORN AND SHAVEN, THOU, I SAID, ART SURE NO CRAVEN,
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  Speaker 2: GASTLY GRIM AND ANCIENT RAVEN WANDERING FROM THE NIGHTLY SHORE.
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  Speaker 2: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's
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  Speaker 2: Plutonian shore. Quoth the raven, nevermore. Much I marveled this
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  Speaker 2: ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, though its answer
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  Speaker 2: little meaning, little relevancy bore. For we cannot help agreeing
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  Speaker 2: that no living human being ever yet was blessed with
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  Speaker 2: seeing bird above his chamber door. Bird or beast upon
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  Speaker 2: the sculptured bust above his chamber door, with such name,
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  Speaker 2: as nevermore. But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,
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  Speaker 2: spoke only that one word, as if his soul in
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  Speaker 2: that one word he did outpour. Nothing further than he uttered,
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  Speaker 2: not a feather, than he fluttered. Till I scarcely more
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  Speaker 2: than muttered, other friends have flown before, on the morrow
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  Speaker 2: he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
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  Speaker 2: Then the bird said, nevermore, Startled at the stillness broken
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  Speaker 2: by reply so aptly spoken. Doubtless, said I, what it
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  Speaker 2: utters is its only stock in store, caught from some
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  Speaker 2: unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster followed fast, and followed faster
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  Speaker 2: till his songs one burden bore, till the dirges of
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  Speaker 2: his hope that melancholy burden bore of never, nevermore. But
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  Speaker 2: the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling.
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  Speaker 2: Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird
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  Speaker 2: and bust and door. Then, upon the velvet sinking, I
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  Speaker 2: betook myself to linking. Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this
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  Speaker 2: ominous bird of your, what this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt
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  Speaker 2: and ominous bird of your meant in croaking nevermore. This
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  Speaker 2: I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing. to
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  Speaker 2: the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core.
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  Speaker 2: This and more I sat divining, with my head at
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  Speaker 2: ease reclining on the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight
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  Speaker 2: gloated o'er. But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight
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  Speaker 2: gloating o'er she shall press? Ah, never more. Then, methought,
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  Speaker 2: the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer swung
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  Speaker 2: by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. Wretch,
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  Speaker 2: I cried, thy God hath lent thee, by these angels
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  Speaker 2: he hath sent thee. Respite, respite, and nepenthe from thy
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  Speaker 2: memories of Lenore. Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and
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  Speaker 2: forget this lost Lenore. Quoth the raven, nevermore. Prophet, said I,
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  Speaker 2: thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil, whether
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  Speaker 2: tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, desolate
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  Speaker 2: yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted. On this
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  Speaker 2: home by horror haunted, tell me truly, I implore. Is there,
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  Speaker 2: is there balm in Gilead? Tell me, tell me, I implore.
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  Speaker 2: Quoth the raven, nevermore. Prophet, said I, thing of evil,
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  Speaker 2: prophet still, if bird or devil. By that heaven that
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  Speaker 2: bends above, us, by that God we both adore, tell
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  Speaker 2: this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aedon.
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  Speaker 2: It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
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  Speaker 2: clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
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  Speaker 2: Quoth the raven, nevermore. Be that word our sign of parting,
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  Speaker 2: Bird or fiend? I shrieked, upstarting. Get thee back poem
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  Speaker 2: one into the tempest and the night's plutonian shore. Leave
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  Speaker 2: no black plume as a token of that lie thy
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  Speaker 2: soul hath spoken. Leave my loneliness unbroken. Quit the bust
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  Speaker 2: above my door. Take thy beak from out my heart
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  Speaker 2: and take thy form from off my door. Quoth the raven, nevermore.
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  Speaker 2: And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is
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  Speaker 2: sitting on the pallid bust of palace just above my
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  Speaker 2: chamber door. And his eyes have all the seeming of
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  Speaker 2: a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him
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  Speaker 2: streaming throws his shadow on the floor, and my soul
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  Speaker 2: from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
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  Speaker 2: shall be lifted, never more. The Illustrations Once upon a
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  Speaker 2: midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many
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  Speaker 2: a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. Ah, distinctly
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  Speaker 2: I remember it was in the bleak December, and each
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  Speaker 2: separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly
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  Speaker 2: I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow.
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  Speaker 2: From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore.
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  Speaker 2: Sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant
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  Speaker 2: maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here, forevermore. Tis
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  Speaker 2: some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, some late
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  Speaker 2: visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Here I opened
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  Speaker 2: wide the door. Darkness there, and nothing more. Doubting, dreaming
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  Speaker 2: dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Surely, said I,
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  Speaker 2: surely that is something at my window lattice. Let me see. Then,
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  Speaker 2: what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Open here I
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  Speaker 2: flung the shutter. A stately raven of the saintly days
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  Speaker 2: of yore. Not the least obeisance made he. Not a
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  Speaker 2: minute stopped or stayed he. Perched upon a bust of
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  Speaker 2: palace just above my chamber door. Perched and sat and
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  Speaker 2: nothing more. Wandering from the nightly shore. Till I scarcely
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  Speaker 2: more than muttered. Other friends have flown before. On the
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  Speaker 2: morrow he will leave me. As my hopes have flown before. Then,
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  Speaker 2: upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking fancy
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  Speaker 2: unto fancy. But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight
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  Speaker 2: gloating o'er she shall press, ah, nevermore. Wretch, I cried,
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  Speaker 2: thy God hath lent thee. By these angels he hath
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  Speaker 2: sent thee respite. Respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore.
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  Speaker 2: On this home by horror haunted. Tell me truly, I implore.
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  Speaker 2: Is there, is there balm in Gilead? Tell me, tell me,
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  Speaker 2: I implore. Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within
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  Speaker 2: the distant Iden, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom
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  Speaker 2: the angels name Lenore. Be that word our sign of parting,
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  Speaker 2: bird or fiend, I shrieked, upstarting. Get thee back into
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  Speaker 2: the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore. and my soul
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  Speaker 2: from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
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  Speaker 2: shall be lifted, nevermore.
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  Speaker 1: The end.
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  Speaker 2: The Secret of the Sphinx Dueisa Onks and Ioui Iudiswang
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  Speaker 2: The end. About the Author Edgar Allan Poe, 1809-1849, was
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  Speaker 2: an American poet, short story writer, editor, and literary critic
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  Speaker 2: whose works helped establish important traditions in Gothic literature, horror, mystery,
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  Speaker 2: and psychological fiction. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Poe experienced significant
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  Speaker 2: personal loss from an early age, experiences that would later
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  Speaker 2: resonate throughout his writing. Poe developed a distinctive literary style
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  Speaker 2: characterized by dark imagery, psychological intensity, musical language, and an
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  Speaker 2: enduring fascination with death. grief, madness, and the mysterious aspects
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  Speaker 2: of human experience. He believed that literature should produce a
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  Speaker 2: carefully controlled emotional effect upon the reader, an idea that
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  Speaker 2: influenced both his poetry and his prose. Among his best-known
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  Speaker 2: works are The Raven, The Tell-Tale Heart, The Fall of
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  Speaker 2: the House of Usher, The Black Cat, The Cask of Amontillado,
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  Speaker 2: and The Murders in the Rue Morgue. His detective stories
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  Speaker 2: were particularly groundbreaking, and helped establish conventions that would later
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  Speaker 2: become central to detective fiction. Poe also worked as an
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  Speaker 2: editor and literary critic, often writing sharply about the literature
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  Speaker 2: of his time. His career was marked by financial difficulties
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  Speaker 2: and personal struggles, yet his literary influence continued to grow
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  Speaker 2: after his death. The Raven, published in the Evening Mirror
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  Speaker 2: in January 1845, brought Poe considerable attention and became his
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  Speaker 2: most famous poem. Its memorable refrain, dramatic structure, and exploration
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  Speaker 2: of mourning established an enduring cultural image of Poe as
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  Speaker 2: a master of the macabre. Poe died in Baltimore in
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  Speaker 2: 1849 at the age of 40. The circumstances surrounding his
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  Speaker 2: final days remain uncertain and have contributed to the enduring
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  Speaker 2: mystery surrounding his life. Today, Edgar Allan Poe is recognized
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  Speaker 2: as one of the most influential figures in American literature.
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  Speaker 2: His work profoundly shaped gothic fiction, horror, detective stories, and
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  Speaker 2: psychological literature, while The Raven remains a defining example of
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  Speaker 2: his ability to transform grief, fear, and obsession into unforgettable poetry.
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  Speaker 2: Public domain text used with attribution. Pigeon Publishing House presented
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  Speaker 2: The Raven. Author Edgar Allan Poe. Narrated by Henry Wells.
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