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" And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the... "
A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced ... - Страница 149
по Noble Kibby Royse - 1872 - 364 страници
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The Southern literary messenger, Том 11

1845 - 778 страници
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...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
...my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; Ami his eyes have all the seeming of » demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o'er him...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...token Of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...token Of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5, Част 1

1855 - 724 страници
...token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my 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 Democratic Review, Том 28

1851 - 608 страници
...of parting," &c. ; also, the cooling down, when there is more thought, and less violent passion, " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." The management of the situation and objects of this poem is quite in Poe's vein, and is consequently...

The North British review

1852 - 620 страници
...token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...

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

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 страници
...token Of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart. And take thy form...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, & Humour: And Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 страници
...my door !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is • sitting, dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, throws his shadow on...

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

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...alleviates pain and exhilarates. 'Leave thy loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." 17. And the Raven,' never flitting, stUl is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas,...




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