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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... "
Selections from American Poetry: With Special Reference to Poe, Longfellow ... - Side 69
redigeret af - 1917 - 373 sider
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The Southern literary messenger, Bind 11

1845 - 778 sider
...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...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...
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The Southern literary messenger, Bind 14

1848 - 780 sider
...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...
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The American Whig Review, Bind 1

1845 - 688 sider
...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...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 - 732 sider
...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...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 - 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...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 Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 sider
...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...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 my soul from out that shadow...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Bind 5,Del 1

1855 - 724 sider
...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...pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming,...
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The United States Democratic Review, Bind 28

1851 - 608 sider
...a token ofthat 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, " Never more." In those elegant stanzas, the question in the first quoted is not more beautifully put...
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The North British review

1852 - 620 sider
...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...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 my soul from out that shadow...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 sider
...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...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...
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