 | George Monteiro - 2000 - 216 páginas
...busto de Atena que ha por sobre meus umbrais. Foi, pousou, e nada mais.37 This reads in Poe's original: Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Remarkably, Pessoa practiced poetically what he had elsewhere preached about poetics, a sermon that... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - 2000 - 662 páginas
...explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — T is the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 páginas
...— 35 Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; 40 Hut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 páginas
...explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore — "Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a moment stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched... | |
 | Susan Petrilli - 2000 - 250 páginas
...avec maint enjouement et agitation d'ailes, entra un majestueux corbeau des saints jours de jadis" ("Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a...stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore...", à la strophe 7) qui rappellent celles de ses prop res poèmes. Le second traducteur sur lequel l'on... | |
 | J. Gerald Kennedy, Liliane Weissberg - 2001 - 311 páginas
...and human, black and white, female and male, body and spirit, real and supernatural, dead and undead: In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. (Mabbott, 1:366) While the raven's hypnotic croak — "Nevermore," "Nevermore," "Nevermore" — appears... | |
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Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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,... 
