 | 1845 - 778 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1848 - 780 páginas
...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...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 - 688 páginas
...fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 páginas
...fair play" : " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend 1" I shrieked, upstarting — " Got thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian...plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken 1 Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart,... | |
 | 1855 - 724 páginas
...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...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 is... | |
 | 1851 - 608 páginas
...thee back into the tempest, and the Night's Plutonian shore! , Leave no black plume as a token ofthat lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken...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... | |
 | 1851 - 702 páginas
...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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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... 
