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" 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... "
McGuffey's New 4th, 6th, Eclectic Reader - Trang 357
bởi William Holmes McGuffey - 1867
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The Southern literary messenger, Tập 14

1848 - 780 trang
...Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!'...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...

The Southern literary messenger, Tập 11

1845 - 778 trang
...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...

The American Whig Review, Tập 1

1845 - 732 trang
...— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " cipline of study and sorrow. Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begins raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...

The American Whig Review, Tập 1

1845 - 688 trang
...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...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 trang
...Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.™ "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...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...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 trang
...! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...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...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: The literati

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 trang
...and the Night's Plutonian shore I Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken 1 Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1* Quoth the raven " Nevermore." Sixteenth — concerns the rhythm. Outis's is iambic — mine the...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Tập 5,Phần 1

1855 - 724 trang
...and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more,' . Be that word oar sign of parting, bird or fiend ! ' I shrieked upstarting—...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, Tập 28

1851 - 608 trang
...Lenore, Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Haven, " Never moro." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend, I...Plutonian shore! , Leave no black plume as a token ofthat lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door !...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Tập 28

1851 - 702 trang
...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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