The Raven. Once upon a midnight dreary, while he ponders, weak and weary, the hero (Vincent Price) of this picture hears a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. "Surely," says he, "surely that is something at my window lattice." Open then he flings the shutter, and with many a flirt and flutter, in there steps a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. "Prophet!" says he, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil! Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels...
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