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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 ... - Σελίδα 149
των Noble Kibby Royse - 1872 - 364 σελίδες
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The Southern literary messenger, Τόμος 11

1845 - 778 σελίδες
...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, Τόμος 14

1848 - 780 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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, Τόμος 5,Μέρος 1

1855 - 724 σελίδες
...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, Τόμος 28

1851 - 608 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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 ..., Τόμος 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 σελίδες
...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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