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What are your thoughts about the poem "The Raven"?
Could you tell me what the poem is basically about. And can you put why you feel the way you do about it and be really philosophical about it. Thanks.

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 will he 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, 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 raven symbolizes all the deep melancholy the author is feeling for his dead love, Lenore. He is already sad and looking for distraction when he decides to sit and read for awhile, to try and forget his sorrow. he drifts asleep, when a tap at the door wakes him, and he reveals that he hopes the visitor is some friend to try to cheer him. Instead the Raven; a symbol of death -dark, morose, a scavenger of the dead, literally confronts him; melancholy to melancholy, and seemingly mocks his sadness- to the point he goes from mild bemusement to outright rage- as the impact of realization that Lenore is gone forever and that he will nevermore see her-the rest of his life will be cold and heartless as the the Raven; which the Raven mocks each time he says "Nevermore" to remind him- to rub salt in his wounds, so to speak and he knows there will be no comfort for him.

Shaven legs?
A while after I shave my legs, when they become prickly
again, my skin gets quite sensative and dry and also, lower down it hurts to rub my leg because of the hair poking through my skin. There are very small spot like things here from where my hair grows out of my skin. They aren't spots, they are just teeny tiny red patches around the hair.

I do use a hair minimiser lotion every other day or so which also moisturises my leg, but after shaving, my legs get very sensative and dry, and they feel 'unprotected' if I scrape them. Is there any way to 'protect' my legs more or make them healthier/less sensative or something?

*Angel*

It depends how you shave your legs as well and what razors you use. You certainly shouldn't shave your legs twice a day like the answer above says, especially when your skin is sensitive. What I find helps keep the skin nice and soft and makes it less sensitive after shaving is using hair conditioner instead of shaving cream/foam. And always use a good sharp razor. Old and blunt ones will tear at your skin and you'll have to put more pressure on them, making it easier to cut yourself and irritate your skin.

I always use an after shave lotion as well, which calms down the skin, moisturises it and leaves it nice and soft.

Good luck! :)

Why do most nations ban Muslim girls from wearing the Muslim head scarf?
Corinthians 11 (3-10)
But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God. Every man praying or prophesying having his head covered, dishonoreth his head. But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoreth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven. For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn or shaven; but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered. For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God: but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. For this cause ought the woman to have power on her head because of the angels.
The United States is the only Country with a Muslim Minority that has laws to protect the Muslim head scarf in schools. Americans are not such infidels. (It is not a Christian issue)

I always wondered why Muslim women wear scarfs. thanks for the information, I know a lot of women in my college that wear one, but i have always too scared to ask and hurt their feelings. I respect any religion.Can I ask you something when Muslims see women from other religions and the women don't wear a scarf, Do Muslims assume that that women is evil, or Muslims also respect other religions?

Why do some religions require the women to cover their heads?
this is what the bible says
1 Corinthians, chapter 11,5: but any woman who prays or prophesies with her head unveiled dishonors her head -- it is the same as if her head were shaven.
1 Corinthians, chapter 11,6: For if a woman will not veil herself, then she should cut off her hair; but if it is disgraceful for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her wear a veil.
1 Corinthians, chapter 11,10: That is why a woman ought to have a veil on her head, because of the angels

remember the verse where angels married the daughters of man?

Genesis, chapter 6,4: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore guyren to them. These were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown

It removes the temptation/attraction for men.

Can u find an onomatopeia in this poem ?
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 will he 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, 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!

First stanza tapping, muttered
Third stanza rustling
Fourth stanza tapping
Fifth stanza murmured
Sixth stanza tapping
There is more but it is pretty well repeating the same words

Christiam women must cover their heads as muslim women do?
There can be only one answer to this: yes, it is! Simply open Corinthians, chapter 11. Read verses 3-10.
But I would have you know that the head of every man is Christ and the head of the woman is the man, and the head of Christ is God. Every man praying or prophesying with his head covered, disgraces his head. But every woman praying or prophesying with her head uncovered disgraces her head, for it is the same as if she were shaven. For if a woman is not covered, let her be shaven. But if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, let her cover her head. A man indeed ought not to cover his head, because he is the image and glory of God. But woman is the glory of man. For man was not created for woman, but woman for man. This is why the woman ought to have a sign of authority over her head, because of the angels.In other words, the passage means what it says. Have you ever wondered why Catholic nuns dress like they

There go Muslims Islamizing America.

What is the rationale behind this scriptural passage? Why does God want a woman's head covered in Church?
Should a woman's head be covered when she is in Church? Or is it an outdated, irrelevant teaching? Do you practice it today? Here's the passage:

1 Corinthians 11:4 Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered, dishonoureth his head.

1 Corinthians 11:5 But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven.

1 Corinthians 11: 6 For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered.

1 Corinthians 11: 7 For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God: but the woman is the glory of the man.

1 Corinthians 11:8 For the man is not of the woman: but the woman of the man.

1 Corinthians 11:9 Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the man.

1 Corinthians 11:10 For this cause ought the woman to have power on her head because of the angels.

I suspect it was more of a cultural matter than anything. But this custom remains today in many settings. Many require a man to take his hat off to pray with a group even today. That is a custom that has endured the ages.

I suspect there may also be a spirit of modesty in addition to what the verses say about the woman being made for man. Women are beautiful, sexy, and lovely to behold and when you are in the presence of God you may not want to be distracted by the sexuality of another man's wife-the beautiful, glossy long hair framing her gorgeous face and cascading across her shoulders and down her back. . .

In this sense it is good advice to minimize the coveting of your brother's wife. That is likely what Paul is getting at. When you pray, you want to concentrate on the Lord, and not on someone else's wife next to you.

One last verse I need you guys to explain :D?
"But I want you to understand that the head of every man is Christ, the head of a woman is her husband, and the head of Christ is God. Any man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonors his head, but any woman who prays or prophesies with her head unveiled dishonors her head--it is the same as if her head were shaven. For if a woman will not veil herself, then she should cut off her hair; but if it is disgraceful for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her wear a veil. For a man ought not to cover his head, since he is the image and glory of God; but woman is the glory of man. (For man was not made from woman, but woman from man. Neither was man created for woman, but woman for man.) That is why a woman ought to have a veil on her head, because of the angels."

1 Corinthians 11

I appreciate the polite answers :)

Woman is made for man, means woman is the sanctuary of man's early, and earthly life: a preservation against the spoils of animal nature. If the man treat her, as the head treats tenderly the fragile body.

Covering one's head is a signification of the embodiment of humility before God, and to unveil oneself is the embodiment of God wishing to be known.

It likewise hath said that the husband is no longer his own, but his wife's, and vice versa. Therefore man and woman are the foremost sign of oneness of mankind in nature, as this leads to the family, community, state, nation, world, and universe. It also has said to treat women as the weaker vessel: this means to treat them more gently, as one would an easily broken but precious and valuable, glass.

This was a necessary teaching to reduce the abuse soon to beset women, but it has become an excuse for the contrary. Man and Woman have ever been equal, as they are one flesh, and to say that one is not equal to itself is foolish.

Behold how each country which women are well educated is becoming enlightened with reason, but must be moderated with humility toward God; while those which forbid excellence of women are becoming abased, unable to support themselves except thru deprecating acts.

Thus in the world it is known that the guyren are educated of God, Science, and all virtue from the very inception in the womb of the mother, until they have left their sheltering care. The mother must therefore be taught and competant to birth a competant society.

Man is the emblem of God's might, and woman exemplify mankind's requisite humility before God. If the might can't uphold the merits of the humility, pride and fallen angels result. Therefore exceptional kindness devotion toward excellence of morals must be shown women, and no pride allowed to perpetrate any injustice, or might's trust of bearing the full fruit tree of humility is a war ravaged wasteland.

Thus woman, if allowed, and assured to be excellent in all things with humility are all of mankind's glory, but if abased, and treated poorly, all mankind, except a few righteous souls, is lower than animals.

The Raven Edgar Allen Poe?
can someone help me put each stanza in simpler words like what its trying to say cuz i could only understand so lil so please

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 will he 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, 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!

Analysis

My fist impression of “The Raven” is that it was just a good poem. It uses several literary elements to amplify the mood of the poem. As I read again I found a deeper meaning to the poem. The poem was not just about a man mourning over his recently decease lover, “Lenore”. I instead compared the situations between the main character in “The Raven” and Poe's own life events or tragedies. This poem is actually a reflection of Poe own loss, his wife. Everything he wrote about Lenore is exactly what he felt and thought about his own wife.

-by Chen

Stanza 1- 5

In the bleak December the speaker tiredly looking through some literature began to hear tapping on the chamber door, thinking of departed and radiant maiden named Lenore. Suddenly filled with terror the speaker never felt before, the speaker calmed down and gained the courage to see who was tapping on the chamber door, only to see darkness this and nothing more. Standing there wondering who was tapping on the chamber door, peering into the darkness he whispered the word “Lenore” merely this, and nothing more.

Stanza 6 – 8

The speaker began to hear tapping louder than before this time not on the chamber door but on the window. The speaker opened the shutter and in flew a raven that looked poorly in shape but had a stern decorum in expressing. Seeing the raven the speaker wondered if this bird was from the underworld, “Plutonian shore”.

Stanza 9 – 12

The speaker had a feeling he was the first to see this bird figured it would leave in the morning. However, the condition of the bird did intrigue the speaker, wondering the bird’s former master toured it. Still intrigue the speaker sat in front of the bird to examine and understand why the bird croaked “Never more”.

Stanza 13 – 16

Now engaged in the raven the air became denser and a perfume aroma came from no where and the speaker thought the raven could be Lenore. This couldn’t be Lenore the speaker thought, confused the speaker wondered is the raven bird or devil, sent by nature or cast from the Plutonian shore to spread horror in the speaker’s home, wanting to know where is the lovely maiden Lenore but never receiving an answer from the raven only to hear “Never more”.

Stanza 17 – 18

The speaker now wishing the raven go back to where ever it came from, the bird never moved and developed a heinous look in its eyes even demoniac and the speaker soul from out the shadow lifted off the floor.

“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted- nevermore”

There came be many things interpreted from this ending depending on the person but my understanding is the speaker died metaphorically and went insane in a sense never feeling emotion again.

-by Jeffrey

In the first few stanza's of the poem " The Raven" By Edgar Allan Poe the speaker who is laying in bed on his way to sleep is awoken by a knocking on the door. He merely pushes it away as just the wind and continues to ponder of his lost love Lenore. The rustling of the curtains in the wind startles him so he continues to remind himself its just a visitor to keep himself calm. After mustering up enough courage the speaker confronts the person and tells them that he heard them knocking and when he opens the door he sees only darkness. The speaker closes the door and sits back down , when he sits he hears a tapping on the window. He brushes this aside as just the blowing wind.

The speaker opens the window and when he does he sees a raven sitting on the Pallas. While looking at the raven he begins to smile and the he asks the raven what is his name and the raven replies "never more". The speaker is marveled by this odd name, the raven implies no actions and it only utters the words "never more", he wonders why this is so and begins to conjure up ideas as to why he says this and only those selected words.

After playing with that idea for a while the speaker begins to think what exactly did he mean, so he sat back in his chair staring at the raving trying to decipher what he meant by never more but the raven sat there motionless, and this image captivated the speakers mind leaving him with no conclusion to his quest.

The speaker notes the air getting denser from some unseen space, the speaker hears footsteps on the floor and then he says that god has sent him angels from the memory of his Lenore, he asks for the memories of Lenore to be taken away by a ancient Greek drink that is supposed to erase memories, and the raven says to him "nothing more".

The speaker becomes angry with the bird because he believes he has come to bring him evil prophesies. He angrily shouts at the raven asking him why was his sent here but the raven only replies "never more". He continues to ask him and this time he asks if Lenore sent him, but the raven's reply continues to be the same. The speaker is now extremely upset and he begins to shout, telling someone who I believe to be Lenore, to leave him alone and take the raven with her. Leaving him in his loneliness and to stop knocking at his door. The raven continues to sit then the shadow of the speaker is now on the floor and his soul leaves his body, and he is the same nevermore.

Some Christians are so anti-Hijab, yet the veil is mentioned right there in your own Bible...?
1 Corinthians, 11:5 " ….but any woman who prays or prophesies with her head unveiled dishonors her head - it is the same as if her head were shaven."

1 Corinthians, 11:6 "...For if a woman will not veil herself, then she should cut-off her hair; but if it is disgraceful for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her wear a veil."

1 Corinthians, 11:10 "...That is why a woman ought to have a veil on her head, because of the angels."

1 Corinthians, 11:13 "Judge for yourself: is it proper for a woman to pray to God with her head uncovered?"

That is a very good question. Objection to the hijab is not based on Christianity. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who don't understand, and therefore, don't like the customs of other people. I have spent quite a bit of time in Islamic countries, so I have seen women wearing head scarfs. In Morocco, I saw some of the women wearing the veil. I never had a problem.

A lot of people are afraid of things that they don't understand. They are just basically insecure. When they see a woman dressed in hijab, they assume that she is probably a terrorist, or she may try to stab them if they speak to her.

I am serious. People are funny. They get nervous around anyone who is different than they are.

This has nothing to do with Christianity. If they were good Christians, they would accept the customs of others. When I was in Iraq, Morocco, Kuwait and Qatar, the Muslims put up with me. Shouldn't we do the same?