 | Harrison S. Morris - 2005 - 328 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Anneli S. Rufus - 2005 - 267 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Fannie Hurst - 2005 - 496 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Pam Umann - 2005 - 207 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | William Bernhardt - 2005 - 469 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Lorraine LaCroix - 2005 - 161 oldal
...demons down under the sea. Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: — For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...beautiful Annabel Lee: And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: And so. all the night-tide. I lie down by the side... | |
 | Richard Rayner - 2005 - 364 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Jennifer Viegas - 2005 - 280 oldal
...demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...beautiful ANNABEL LEE; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side... | |
 | James M. Hutchisson - 2005 - 316 oldal
...demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:— For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side... | |
 | Burrell David Dinkins - 2005 - 146 oldal
...cruel wind of death, which came by stealth in the night when she was hardly more than a child. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of...beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee . . . The poet is refusing to re-author the story... | |
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But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel... 
