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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... "
Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and Practical - 412. oldal
szerző: Anna Randall Diehl - 1878 - 430 oldal
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...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...throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore ! ROBERT POLLOK. [From The...

The Southern literary messenger, 14. kötet

1848 - 780 oldal
...sitting 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...throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted— nevermore !" The rhythm of this poem...

The Southern literary messenger, 11. kötet

1845 - 778 oldal
...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 lamp-light o'er him streaming...throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore ! THE LAKES AND THE VALLEY...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...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 lamp-light o'er...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...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 lamp-light o'er...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...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...Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore !" Although his mechanical...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still...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...

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

1855 - 724 oldal
...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...sitting, On the 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...

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

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...flitting, stUl 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...throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow thai lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore ! LESSON CLXXV. England and...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...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...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...




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