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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 lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the... "
A Library of American Literature... - 430. oldal
szerző: Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1888
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never...that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore ! ROBERT POLLOK. [From The Course of Time.] LORD SYltON. HE ' MII-IK ' 1 his harp,...

The Southern literary messenger, 14. kötet

1848 - 780 oldal
...quit the bust 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...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; Ami his eyes have all the seeming of » demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o'er him...

The Southern literary messenger, 11. kötet

1845 - 778 oldal
...quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never...sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The Literary Emporium, 1-2. kötet

1847 - 434 oldal
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never...that shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore !" Although his mechanical art is too visible, we cannot withhold our praise for...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never...that shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore P* great master of the musical chords of verse, but he superadded a charm which...

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

1855 - 724 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming,...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall bo lifted — never more ? Kmn. AH, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown for ever ! Let the...




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