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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... "
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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...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
...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...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 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 Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5, Част 1

1855 - 724 страници
...that word oar sign of parting, bird or fiend ! ' I shrieked upstarting— ' Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no...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...

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...

The United States Democratic Review, Том 28

1851 - 608 страници
...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 ofthat lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door !...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 страници
...that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !" I shrick'd. upstarting — ** Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no...Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sittincr. still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting — " Get the back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no...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 pallid bust...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страници
...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...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !' Qnoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing of ..., Том 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...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...plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! * Nepenthe is a drug or medicine that alleviates pain and exhilarates. 'Leave thy loneliness unbroken...




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