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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 lamplight gloated o'er, But... "
THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE, - 42. oldal
szerző: WILLIAM F. GILL. - 1876
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 550 oldal
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and 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 into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining...

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

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking, " Nevermore." XIII. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burn 'd into my bosom's core; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the...

Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch

1854
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp Hght gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 31. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854
...nor make him forgetful of the cushion which she had once pressed, but would press again nevermore ! This I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing...bosom's core: This and more I sat divining, With my hend at ea'e reclining On the cushion's ttliel lining. That the lamp-light glorílcd oVr, tint whose...

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

1854
...yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Bnrn'd into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion'd...

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

Ludwig Herrig - 1854
...grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking „Nevermore." This I sät engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core; This and more I sät divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion's...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 622 oldal
...To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, \Vith my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet...lamplight gloated o'er; But whose velvet violet lining \Vith the lamplight gloating oVr, She shall press, ah, never more ! Thrn. methought, the air grew denser,...

Gems of thought and flowers of fancy, ed. by R.W. Procter

Gems - 1855
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burn'd into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining, On the cushion's...

The Irish quarterly review, 5. kötet

1855
...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking ' Never moie.' This I sat engaged In guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned Into my bosom's corf; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining,...




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