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" 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... "
Tales of mystery, imagination, & humour; and poems - 238. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan [tales] Poe - 1852
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 oldal
...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!...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...

The Southern literary messenger

...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...above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still...

The Southern literary messenger

...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...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...

American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845
...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...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...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...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...

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 from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

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

The living authors of America, 1. kötet

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

The works of the late Edgar Allan Poe, 3. kötet

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850
...fiend 1" I shrieked, upstarting — " Got thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore I Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken 1 Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart,...

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

1855
...Never more,' . Be that word oar sign of parting, bird or fiend ! ' I shrieked upstarting— ' Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...




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