 | 1858 - 602 oldal
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —...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 press, ah, nevermore! Then,... | |
 | 1845 - 648 oldal
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 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto in rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me —...the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 oldal
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 | 1845 - 688 oldal
...front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
 | 1847 - 434 oldal
...front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —...croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and... | |
 | 1855 - 724 oldal
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking ' Never mote.' 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, Ske shall... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...Front of bird, and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I l>etook myself to linking Fan^v unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore —...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... | |
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This 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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But... 
