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" Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly... "
Literature of the English Language: Comprising Representative Selections ... - Side 101
1872 - 640 sider
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony...said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian...
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The Southern literary messenger, Bind 14

1848 - 780 sider
...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 1

1845 - 732 sider
...lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 1

1845 - 688 sider
...lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 sider
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 5;Bind 11

1850 - 766 sider
...lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony...ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell mo what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Perhaps...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 sider
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...grim and ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 sider
...lady, perched above my cliaraber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Bind 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 sider
...Lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bast of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony...shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is, on the night's Plutonian shore ?' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 sider
...Perch'd above my chamber door — Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling...grim and ancient raven, Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore."...
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