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" Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get 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! Quit the bust above... "
The Irish Quarterly Review - Страница 574
1855
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and take thy form from off my door! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The Southern literary messenger, Том 14

1848 - 780 страници
...rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting...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 Southern literary messenger, Том 11

1845 - 778 страници
...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel 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...heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - 732 страници
...and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our I t # 2^⚵ 浗 P 8% s } v2 G 䂛 Wi /' n³O raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - 688 страници
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

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 from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 страници
...this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.™ "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

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
...fiend 1" I shrieked, upstarting — " Got thee back into the tempest 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 my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart,...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Том 28

1851 - 702 страници
...Claep a rnre nnd radiant maiden, whom the апце!з name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Never more." Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul...! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak (rum out my heurt, and take thy form from off my doori" Quoth the Haven, " Never more." In those elegant...




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