In class: The Raven reading and paraphasing. Class handout / copy below THIS IS THE DUE AT THE CLOSE OF CLASS ON Wednesday, December 19. THIS WILL COUNT AS A WRITING GRADE.
The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
When it comes to intelligence, these birds rate up there with
chimpanzees and dolphins
1. When it comes to intelligence, these birds rate up there with chimpanzees and dolphins
2. Ravens can imitate human speech.
In captivity, ravens can learn to talk better than some parrots
3. Europeans often saw ravens as evil in disguise.
In France, people believed
ravens were the souls of wicked priests, while crows were wicked nuns. In
Germany, ravens were the incarnation of damned souls or sometimes Satan
himself. In Sweden, ravens that croaked at night were thought to be the souls
of murdered people who didn’t have proper Christian burials
4.Ravens
are extremely playful.
They have been observed in Alaska and Canada using snow-covered
roofs as slides. In Maine, they have been seen rolling down snowy hills. They
often play keep-away with other animals like wolves, otters, and dogs.
5. Ravens have been
featured in many myths
Cultures from Tibet to Greece have seen the raven as a messenger for the gods. Celtic goddesses of warfare often took the form of ravens during battles.
6. Ravens do weird things with ants.
They lie in anthills and roll around so the ants swarm on them, or they chew the ants up and rub their guts on their feathers.
7. Ravens use “hand” gestures.
It turns out that ravens make “very sophisticated nonvocal signals,” according to researchers. In other words, they gesture to communicate. A study in Austria found that ravens point with their beaks to indicate an object to another bird, just as we do with our fingers.
8. Ravens are adaptable.
Evolutionarily speaking, the deck is stacked in the raven’s favor. They can live in a variety of habitats, from snow to desert to mountains to forests.
9. Ravens show empathy for each other.
Despite their mischievous nature, ravens seem capable of feeling empathy. When a raven’s friend loses in a fight, they will seem to console the losing bird
Cultures from Tibet to Greece have seen the raven as a messenger for the gods. Celtic goddesses of warfare often took the form of ravens during battles.
6. Ravens do weird things with ants.
They lie in anthills and roll around so the ants swarm on them, or they chew the ants up and rub their guts on their feathers.
7. Ravens use “hand” gestures.
It turns out that ravens make “very sophisticated nonvocal signals,” according to researchers. In other words, they gesture to communicate. A study in Austria found that ravens point with their beaks to indicate an object to another bird, just as we do with our fingers.
8. Ravens are adaptable.
Evolutionarily speaking, the deck is stacked in the raven’s favor. They can live in a variety of habitats, from snow to desert to mountains to forests.
9. Ravens show empathy for each other.
Despite their mischievous nature, ravens seem capable of feeling empathy. When a raven’s friend loses in a fight, they will seem to console the losing bird
10. Ravens roam around in teenage gangs.
Ravens mate for life and
live in pairs in a fixed territory. When their children reach adolescence, they
leave home and join gangs, like every human mother’s worst nightmare.
Consider as you listen:
1. the repetition of sounds personification of the "uncertain rustling curtain"
2. How the meaning of nevermore changes throughout the poem.
Who / What says this word?
Why does the narrator let in the raven?
3. Why a bust of Pallas Athena, Greek
goddess of wisdom?
4. nepenthe-anti-depressant – a "drug of
forgetfulness
5. What is the raven?
the raven james earl jones 8:39
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Consider as you listen:
1. the repetition of sounds personification of the "uncertain rustling curtain"
2. How the meaning of nevermore changes throughout the poem.
Who / What says this word?
Why does the narrator let in the raven?
3. Why a bust of Pallas Athena, Greek
goddess of wisdom?
4. nepenthe-anti-depressant – a "drug of
forgetfulness
5. What is the raven?
the raven james earl jones 8:39
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
[First published in 1845]
Name________________________________ Paraphrasing Edgar
Allan Poe’s The Raven
Using you’re copy of the Raven poem, write a complete,
grammatically correct sentence for each of the poem’s stanzas.
THIS WILL COUNT AS A WRITING GRADE
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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 - 5 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 - 10 For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named 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 15 `'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; 20. 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, 25 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness 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. 30 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; - 35 '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 - 40 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. 45 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; 50 For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, 55 That 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.' 60 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 65 Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul 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 - 70 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 71 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 75 Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has 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.' 80 `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!' 85 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 named Lenore - 90 Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named 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! 95 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; 100 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! |
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Fall of the
House of Usher
by Edgar Allan Poe number 2
__ QUIZ ON
MONDAY, DECEMBER 17
1
boon (noun)- treasure
2 importunate (adjective)- persistent,
especially to the point of
annoyance
3. to alleviate (verb)- to reduce or make less
severe
4. luster
(noun)- radiance or shine
5. specious
(adjective- misleading
6. fissure (noun)- a split or crack
7. phantasm (noun)- an illusion or ghost
8. palpable (adjective)- able to be touched or
felt
9. to
parlay (verb)- to hold conference
10. emaciated (adjective)- abnormally thin or
weak
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