 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 448 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 an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 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 an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 170 páginas
...Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here 1 flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,...days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 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...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance... | |
 | Gregory Sarno - 2005 - 417 páginas
...chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore, And perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Whence he uttered . . . Neil gestures... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 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 an instant stopped or stayed he; but, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
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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,... 
