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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... "
Advanced Readings and Recitations - 327. oldal
szerző: Austin Barclay Fletcher - 1881 - 450 oldal
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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...Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...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...Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...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...— 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
...lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony...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.'...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 27. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 oldal
...Lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bast of Pallas, just above my chamber door — p y d s > ! N @ *h =@ Kt : \-yjc Yq(F... > Q U U6 / `M N8 Ji - 8 >F!휪o .k ; i ! 9 #p marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...lady, perched above my cliaraber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony...Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little...

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

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...Perch'd above my chamber door — Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling...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."...




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