This storyboard does not have a description.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
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.
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core She shall press, ah, nevermore!
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!
Explore Our Articles and Examples
Try Our Other Websites!
Photos for Class
– Search for School-Safe, Creative Commons Photos (It Even Cites for You!
– Easily Make and Share Great-Looking Rubrics
– Create Custom Nursery Art