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" And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight 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 Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and ... - 447. oldal
szerző: John Clark Ridpath - 1903
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Littell's Living Age, 1. kötet;37. kötet

1853 - 848 oldal
...thy 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 is sitting, On the placid bust of Pallns, just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's...

The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures

James Henry Powell - 1854 - 152 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the Haven ' Never more.' " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throw shis shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on my floor, I...

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

1854 - 80 oldal
...my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! Quoth the Eaven, " Nevermore ! " And the Raven, never flitting, still...the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp right o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow that...

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

1854 - 380 oldal
...Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, And take thy form from off my door ! Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never...chamber door , And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon that is dreaming And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my...

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

Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 oldal
...Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, And take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven „Nevermore." And the raven, never...pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; And bis eyes have all ihe seeming üf a demon that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him Streaming Throws...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 31. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 oldal
...flirting, Still is sitting, still i- Bitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, Jnst above my crmmber-donr ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that...is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming Tiirows his shadow on the floor ; And my sou I from nut that shadow That lioS floating on the floor,...

Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and ..., 2. kötet,2. rész

Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 oldal
...beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1" Q'iioth the raven, "Nevermore." And tue raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is...dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws hit shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that elm low that lies floating o» Urn floor Shall be...

Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 oldal
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off iny door !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the 1amp-light o er him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that, shadow that...

The New-York Quarterly, 2. kötet

1854 - 748 oldal
...of a verse into lines of its real measure. And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting—still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas, Just above...lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the Hoor ; And my soul from out tliat shadow That lies Hitting on the floor, Shall be lifted nevermore....

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 oldal
...Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, And take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never...chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor; And my...




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