 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 my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my...  Classic Selections from the Best Authors - Página 58de Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - 182 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...invaded his room. What does it mean by croaking the same word over and over? Here's the last stanza: And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore! "P After Edgar finished reading, the men at Graham's muttered their disappointment.... | |
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