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" I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose... "
The Irish Quarterly Review - 574. oldal
1855
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall...

The Southern literary messenger, 11. kötet

1845 - 778 oldal
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This 1 sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my boaom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ,...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall...

The Literary Emporium, 1-2. kötet

1847 - 434 oldal
...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes...reclining On .the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall...

National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., 4. kötet

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 27. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 oldal
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, quaint, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.' " This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned into my bosom's core ; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the...

The North British review

1852 - 620 oldal
...grim, ungainly, ghastly, quaint, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking ' Nevermore.' " This 1 sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned into my bosom's core ; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the...

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

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore.*' Thin I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose tiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining...




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