 Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above...  The Irish Quarterly Review - Side 5741855Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and take thy form from off my door! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | 1848 - 780 sider
...rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting...above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still... | |
 | 1845 - 778 sider
...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sider
...and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our I t # 2^⚵ 浗 P 8% s } v2 G 䂛 Wi /' n³O raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | 1845 - 688 sider
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | 1847 - 434 sider
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 sider
...this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 sider
...this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.™ "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting...heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid... | |
 | 1851 - 702 sider
...Claep a rnre nnd radiant maiden, whom the апце!з name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Never more." Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul...! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak (rum out my heurt, and take thy form from off my doori" Quoth the Haven, " Never more." In those elegant... | |
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