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" And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the... "
The Advanced Reader - Страница 48
1866 - 400 страници
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The Southern literary messenger, Том 11

1845 - 778 страници
...thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the...

The Southern literary messenger, Том 14

1848 - 780 страници
...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...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - 688 страници
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - 732 страници
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The Literary Emporium, Томове 1–2

1847 - 434 страници
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: The literati

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 страници
...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...

The United States Democratic Review, Том 28

1851 - 608 страници
...thee back into the tempest, and the Night's Plutonian shore! , Leave no black plume as a token ofthat lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more." In those elegant stanzas, the question in the first quoted is not more beautifully put...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5, Част 1

1855 - 724 страници
...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...heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...




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