| 1855 - 1416 страници
...more.' But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned scat in front of bird, and bust, and door; Then upon the...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking ' Xevcr moie.' 89 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW. To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned Into my bosom's... | |
| Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 492 страници
...sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheel'da eushion'd seat in front of bird and bust and door. Theu, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking...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... | |
| 1855 - 1428 страници
...hope that melancholy burden bore, Of ' Never— never more.' But the Raven still beguiling all my sod soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned...upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Kancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this griui, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt,... | |
| Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 страници
...his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ' Never— nevermore.' " But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, •nd bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet linking, I betook myself to linking pressing the fowl... | |
| 1854 - 500 страници
...sad ; " but not after " uncertain," as it " immediately qualifies" the verbal noun "rustling." 4. " What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking, ' Never more.' " 5. " Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting,... | |
| Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 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... | |
| Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 страници
...his Hope that melancholy burden bore, Of ' Never — nevermore.'" But the Eaven 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, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my... | |
| William Holmes McGuffey - 1857 - 456 страници
...'Nevermore.'" 12. But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheel'da cushion'd seat in front of bird, and bust, and door; Then upon...the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unfo fancy, thinking what this +ominous bird of + yore, What this grim, ungainly, tghastly, +gaunt,... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 страници
...of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — 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, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 страници
...his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ' Never — nevermore.' " 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 " Nevermore.'7 This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
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