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" 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... "
Wiley's Elocution and Oratory: Giving a Thorough Treatise on the Art of ... - 284. oldal
szerző: Charles A. Wiley - 1869 - 444 oldal
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what...Night's Plutonian shore! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning...

The Southern literary messenger, 14. kötet

1848 - 780 oldal
...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning,...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. , confusion would be harmonized in it, and the order...desolation would be won at last, and pa«,ng into its life, Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...— 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,...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : r " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen...

The American Whig Review, 5. kötet;11. kötet

1850 - 766 oldal
...doorPerched 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,...ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell mo what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Perhaps...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...grim and ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'...

The American Whig Review, 5. kötet;11. kötet

1850 - 762 oldal
...doorPerched 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,...countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest be shorn and eharen, thou,' I paid, ' art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...— 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,...night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning...




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