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" Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted... "
The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales - 10. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

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

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Haven, " Nevermore." 14. " Prophet ! " said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil...

The North British review

1852 - 620 oldal
...— tell me truly, I implore, — Is there, is there balm in Gilead ? tell me, tell me, I implore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,' said I, ' thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...Tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead 1 Tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." •' Prophet !'' said I, « thing of evil — Prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends above us— By that God we both adore — Tell this sou]...

The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 oldal
...floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." xv. "Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 1. kötet

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 oldal
...me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore ! " Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet," said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul...

The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, 3. kötet

1854 - 380 oldal
...these angels he hath sent thee Bespite— respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff. oh quaff this kind nepenthe, And forget this lost..."Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— Prophet still, if bird or devil 1 Whether tempest sent, or whether Tempest toss'd thee here ashore, Desolate yet all...

Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott ..., 69. oldal

1854 - 80 oldal
...floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath sent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Respite, respite and Nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this, kind Nepenthe, and forget the lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore ! " " Prophet ! " said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet...

Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von ...

Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 oldal
...fJoor. „Wretcli," I cried, „thyGod hathlent theo By these angels he hath sent Ihee Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore! QuafF, oh quafF this kind nepenthe, And fbrget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven „Nevermore." „Prophet!" said I, „thing of evil! -—...

Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 oldal
...tufted "Wretch!" I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore I" Quoth the Raven, " Never more !" " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird...

The Irish quarterly review, 5. kötet

1855 - 1428 oldal
...thee— by these angels be hftth Mat th«e Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore I Quaff, oh, quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore! ' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more 1 ' 'Prophet!1 said I, ' thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether...




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