 | 1858 - 602 oldal
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 | 1845 - 648 oldal
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 | 1845 - 688 oldal
...shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...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 that is dreaming, And the... | |
 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black 4 fh" i q u~ = ѕ\ A y 3 R L!j H just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 oldal
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 | 1847 - 434 oldal
...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...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 that is dreaming, And the... | |
 | 1960 - 516 oldal
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 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...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...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... | |
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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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow... 
