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" 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... "
Selections from American Poetry: With Special Reference to Poe, Longfellow ... - 96. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1917 - 373 oldal
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The Southern literary messenger

...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...sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the...

The Southern literary messenger

...my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; Ami his eyes have all the seeming of » demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o'er him...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The Literary Emporium, 1-2. kötet

1847
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 oldal
...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...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...

The Irish Quarterly Review, 5. kötet,1. rész

1855
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming,...

The United States Democratic Review, 28. kötet

Thomas Prentice Kettell, D. W Holly, Conrad Swackhamer, Spencer Wallace Cone, Isaac Lawrence - 1851
...a token ofthat 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, " Never more." In those elegant stanzas, the question in the first quoted is not more beautifully put...

The North British review

1852
...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...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...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 550 oldal
...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...Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sittincr. still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have...




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