 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!...Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed... | |
 | 1848 - 780 страници
...floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent tbee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the rsven, ' Nevermore.' " ' Prophet !' said I, ' thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil !... | |
 | 1845 - 778 страници
...flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he halh sent thee Respite— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore '" Quote the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird... | |
 | 1845 - 688 страници
...me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | 1845 - 732 страници
...me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ?—tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ¡—prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | 1847 - 434 страници
...tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...methought, the ah- grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, By these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe Prom thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff' this kind...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
 | 1855 - 724 страници
...floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! ' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more ! ' ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thine; of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страници
...floor. 'Wretch!' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...home, by horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore, — 1852.] AMERICAN POETRY. Is there, is there b-ilm in Gilead ? tell me, tell me, 1 implore !' C¿uoth... | |
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Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted —... 
