Monday, October 10, 2011

Giveaway: Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

W E L C O M E...

You have now entered the first C A R N I V A L E tent!

A special guest is at the podium with this reading...

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 -
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 -
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
`'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;
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,
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.

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; -
'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 -
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.
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;
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,
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.'

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
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 -
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
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
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.'

`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!'
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 -
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!
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;
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!


THE CROWD errupts in applause.

Thank you, Mr. Poe for joining us today for a reading of your masterpiece, The Raven. Your surprise appearance and reading has put us in the proper mood for this Halloween season. Again thank you!

AND now folks...

Step right up!

For a limited time only, we are offering you a chance to win a copy of Mr. Poe's writings.

Step right up folks!

STEP RIGHT UP and get your copy of Mr. Poe's collection, which of course includes the poem just read today, The Raven.

Due to a previous engagement he will not be able to stay to sign copies of his book but you can leave him a note in comments.

READ more from Edgar here...

--~ Book Giveaway ~--

Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

Win a copy of this book!

Open to all.

Offer ends: November 13, 2011

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* image source from the Strangeling, Mr Poe
* source poem

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  1. Salutations to Mr. Poe! Don't enter me as I've got an old 40s copy of his works, but still I'd love to pose a question for the illustrious author:

    Is it true that the fall of the house of Usher was directly related to poor construction and shoddy drywall? AND ... at what point in your *relationship* with Miss Lenore did she go to the constables regarding the unfortunate mishap with that beating heart chap?

  2. Excellent giveaway!

    Question: What do you think about the movie coming out called "Raven" and John Cusack as you?"


  3. very nice! Thanks, vvb32 and mr poe!

    inthehammockblog at gmail dot com

  4. My question for Mr. Poe: Were you influenced by the German gothic novellas and dramas by Freidrich Schiller and Heinrich von Kleist? If so, which is your favorite?

  5. @Mr. Poe- Did you ever think that your work would be as influential as it is? Does the fact that it is make you happy?

    Thanks for the giveaway!

    @M.A.D.- Love your questions!!!!

  6. ... < suspicious of folks who go around claiming they hear ravens speaking :O

    ... just sayin'.

  7. Mr. Poe, I love your work, especially The Raven. Thanks for the giveaway.

  8. Thanks for the giveaway. I would love to read your books.

  9. Great post! Mr. Poe I absolutely love your work, especially The Raven, and I can't wait to read more! Awesome giveaway!!


  10. Dear Mr Poe, does it trouble your heart that school children everywhere cringe at your very name?


  11. Great post and giveaway!

    My question is: If you had the chance, would you write a poem about your own death?

    entrelibros_blog at hotmail dot com

  12. i really want to read his works. i wonder how he got or who his inspirations are for he was able to come up with such great art.

    enter me pls, i want to win this :)

    punkme15 at gmail dot com

  13. My question for Mr Poe would be how he likes all the modern horror/ghost stories especially those aimed at YA readers.

    Presume you plan to contact him and pass on the questions via a seance ?


    Carol T

    buddytho {at} gmail DOT com

  14. My dear Mr. Poe, I have often wondered at your singular ability to invent original ways to kill your creations. Where is it that you get your inspiration?

  15. I'd like to know.... if you died in the 1849, how are you answering questions in 2011? Is there a Oujia involved?


  16. Do not enter me as I already own the complete works of Poe, but I just had to stop by and say how much I love the author and this poem in particular!

  17. I was just like to say Mr. Poe that you are one of my favorite authors, my favorite poem is "Fairy-land".

  18. Who have you been haunting since 1850?


  19. I love your EDGAR ALLAN POEms!

    agcestrela AT gmail DOT com

  20. Awesome giveaway!

    Mr Poe, I very much enjoyed The Raven and the Tell-Tale Heart.

  21. Many thanks! you're a wonderful inspiration Sir Edgar Allan Poe hands down!what's the greatest challenge you've ever faced?


  22. Mr. Poe, I would like to inquire as to the exact cause of your death.

    There are a few theories but it still remains a mystery. The world shall ever wonder and we'll get our answer...Nevermore.

  23. Mr. Poe, does it bother you that the Poe House and Museum might have to close soon?


  24. Mr Poe, how do you feel about being mistaken for a vampire in the book "Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter"?

    Thank you for the chance to win!

  25. Did your terrible childhood effect your dark stories.

  26. I have become intrigued with by Mr. Poe's writings and regret not having read his work before. The Rven seems to be a very popular choice for most people who love his work and it was the first work of his through which I was introduced to his writing. The Raven has great rhythm and its almost musical when I recite it aloud. I hope to read the rest of his works soon.

  27. My daughter has fallen in love with Poe's writing. I think she's the only one in her 6th grade class who has the first stanza of The Raven memorized. I'd love to win this for her.

    carolsnotebook at yahoo dot com


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