 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though... | |
 | 1848 - 780 страници
...perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling...thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though... | |
 | 1845 - 732 страници
...a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony F ( 6 P- ~ < ' lX }? F 2 O 0Ɂ H [h ' ?F Tc p ua1... O ǧ d Nǧ < b +\ e߱ p ZM i O k ^7 xp O b 9ˌ" !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,... | |
 | 1845 - 688 страници
...a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : r " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen... | |
 | 1850 - 766 страници
...bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell mo what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Perhaps... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...grim and ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'... | |
 | 1850 - 762 страници
...bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest be shorn and eharen, thou,' I paid, ' art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страници
...bast of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony this mystery explore ; — 'Tie the wind, and nothing more.' " Open here I flung the ?' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though... | |
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly... 
