James Earl Jones Reads “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
This is the way this poem should always sound. Goosebumps. 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ” ‘Tis some visitor,” [...]
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May 17, 2012 