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" Leave no black plume as a 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 Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting,... "
The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations: English, Latin, and Modern Foreign ... - Side 55
1896 - 1178 sider
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 sider
...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...floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore ! ROBERT POLLOK. [From The Course of Time.] LORD SYltON. HE ' MII-IK ' 1 his harp, and nations heard,...
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The Southern literary messenger, Bind 14

1848
...sitting 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...floating on the floor, Shall be lifted— nevermore !" The rhythm of this poem is exquisite, its phraseology is in the highest degree musical and apt,...
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The Southern literary messenger, Bind 11

1845
...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 lamp-light o'er him streaming...floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore ! THE LAKES AND THE VALLEY OF THE MISSISSIPPI. In the last Messenger, Harry Bluff called the attention...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 1

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 1

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...
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The Literary Emporium, Bind 1–2

1847
...the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming...floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore . • ...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 sider
...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...floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore P* great master of the musical chords of verse, but he superadded a charm which spiritualized the vehicle...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 sider
...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...floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore !" Although his mechanical art is too visible, we cannot withhold our praise for the success of the...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Bind 5,Del 1

1855
...still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,...from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shull be lifted, Never more," But it is not alone the subjectivity which we observe in these stanzas...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour; and Poems, Bind 456

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 sider
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall bo lifted — never more ? Kmn. AH, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown for ever ! Let the...
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