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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... "
The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader - Страница 265
по James Stuart Laurie - 1863
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 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...name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer...

The Southern literary messenger

...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its...

American Whig Review, Том 1

1845
...— Perched upon 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,...name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845
...— Perched upon 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,...— 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...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...visibly the poet's 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,...name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...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.'...

The American Whig Review, Том 11

1850
...doorPerched upon 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,...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...

The American Whig Review, Том 11

1850
...door— Perched upon 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 and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, • Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, '...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour; and Poems, Том 456

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 страници
...— Perched upon 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,...name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer...




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