1. Edgar Allan Poe-The Master of Mystery, Macabre, & Suspense 1809-1849

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3. The Raven

4. Poetic Devices & Figurative Language Rhyme: a pattern of repeating, similar sounds Rhythm: the “flow” or “beat” of the words Onomatopoeia : makes the exact sound it spells Alliteration: the repeating of the consonant sounds Imagery: the pictures the words create Metaphor: comparing two things WITHOUT “like” or “as” Simile : comparing two things USING “like” or “as” Personification: giving human traits to non-human objects

5. 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.

6. 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.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. 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.

10. “ONCE upon a midnight dreary…”

11. “And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.” “To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core.”

12. “…suddenly there came a tapping, as if some one gently rapping…” “On the morrow, he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before”

13. “Quoth, the raven, ‘Nevermore.’” “Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

14. http://ed.ted.com/on/9oYQ3bw2 The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe Published on January 29, 1847