 | 1848 - 780 oldal
...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 ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...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 flitting, still... | |
 | 1845 - 648 oldal
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 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...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 ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust... | |
 | 1845 - 688 oldal
...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 ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust... | |
 | 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 from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust... | |
 | 1960 - 516 oldal
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 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...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 ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...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 ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 oldal
...and the Night's Plutonian shore I Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken 1 Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1* Quoth the raven " Nevermore." Sixteenth — concerns the rhythm. Outis's is iambic — mine the... | |
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Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I 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 • Leave my loneliness unbroken... 
