Essay about The Raven and Raven T. P. C. a. s. T. T

Submitted By Durith
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Pages: 8

The Raven T.P.C.A.S.T.T


The title suggests there's a raven that has a main part, symbolic or literal, within the story. Often times ravens are seen as an ill omen.


1. Once one gloomy night, while I, tired, looked over many old tales, both fairy-tale and mysteries , I had almost fallen asleep when I suddenly heard a tapping, Almost like someone gently knocking on the door, "It's a visitor," I said to myself, "knocking on my door- it is only that, and nothing more."

2. I remember quite clearly, it was in the dreary December, a faint glow from the dying fire was cast upon the floor. I wished tomorrow would come- with no avail I had tried to find, In my books an escape from my sorrow- the sorrow I felt for my lost Lenore- for the beautiful, one-of-a-kind girl the angles called Lenore- She no longer lived on earth.

3. And the soft rustling of each purple curtain. This made me nervous, filled me with strange fears I never felt before. In order to calm myself, I repeated to myself "It's just a visitor at my door- just a late visitor asking to come in;- That's all it is; nothing more."

4. Eventually, I grew braver and no longer hesitated to speak "whoever you are", I said, "I beg your forgiveness; I was napping and you knocked on my door so gently. Tapped on my door so faintly that I wasn't even sure I actually heard you" at this point I opened the door;- There was nothing except the darkness of night

5. I looked into the dark night for a long time, dismayed and afraid, unsure, thinking of things, Which no other person would ever dare to think of; But it was completely silent, and completely still, And the only thing I heard was whispered; the word "Lenore!", but I had whispered this, and it came back as an echo, "Lenore!"- only that, and nothing more-

6. I turned and went back to my room, feeling a little bit shaken, Soon I heard the tapping again, same as before, except a bit louder "It has to be," I said, "something out my window", I'll go see then, What is there, and find the answer to this mystery- Calm myself down, and find the answer;- It's probably the wind and nothing more

7. At this point, I flung open the shutter, and with a lot of motion, A grand raven stepped inside, like something from an old tale; He didn't show the slightest bit of respect; he didn't pause at all; But with the bearing of a lord or a lady, he perched above the door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my door, Perched, sat, and did nothing more.

8. Then the black bird turned my expression from one of sadness to a smile Simply by the grave and stern mannerism of the face it wore, "Though your brow is cut short and shaved, you, "I said, "are definitely not afraid, Frighteningly grim and ancient Raven, coming from the shores of darkness- Tell me what you are called in dark Night's Plutonian shore!" The Raven said, "Nevermore."

9. I wondered in amazement at this ugly bird being able to make conversation so plainly, Although its answer had almost no meaning and was irrelevant For we must agree that no living human being Was able to see a bird perched above his door; Bird or beast sitting on the statue above his door, With a name like "Nevermore."

10. But the Raven, sitting alone on that quiet statue, said only the one word, as if it had poured out his soul in that one word He didn't say anything else; he didn't move a single feather; Till I said, in barely more than a mutter, "Other friends of mine have flown away before; Tomorrow, he'll leave me, just as all my Hopes have flown away before this." Then the bird said, "Nevermore".

11. I was so startled by the word breaking through the silence with such precision that I said, "what it says is probably the only thing it can say, He picked it up from some unhappy owner who was Hounded constantly by disaster after disaster, until everything he said reflected his unhappiness; Till the sad songs of his lost Hope sang only of "Never--nevermore."