 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...Of ' Never — nevermore.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my... | |
 | 1845 - 778 страници
...Nevermore" — of " Nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust,...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This 1 sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
 | 1848 - 780 страници
...that melancholy burden bore Of ' Nevermore' — of ' Nevermore.' "Bat the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling. Straight I wheeled a cushioned...and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, 1 betook myself to linking Faocy onto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this... | |
 | 1845 - 732 страници
...the sweet Hope he dared adjure — That sad answer, " Nevermore !" But the raven etill beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my... | |
 | 1845 - 688 страници
...the sweet Hope he dared adjure — That sad answer, " Nevermore !" But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
 | 1847 - 434 страници
...Hope the melancholy burden bore Of " Nevermore" — of " Nevermore.* But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my... | |
 | 1855 - 724 страници
...his hope that melancholy burden bore, Of ' Never— never more.' But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul Into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking ' Never mote.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...hope that melancholy burden bore, Of — " Never — nevermore." 11. But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...his hope that melancholy burden bore, Of ' Never — never more.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 страници
...his hope that melancholy burden bore. Of' Never—never more.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smil.ing, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy xmto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and... | |
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But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore —... 
