 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...  The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith - Էջ 130Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1858 - 602 էջ
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird...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... | |
 | 1848 - 780 էջ
...angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird...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 - 778 էջ
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 648 էջ
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 էջ
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 | 1845 - 732 էջ
...angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird...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... | |
 | 1845 - 688 էջ
...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... | |
 | 1960 - 516 էջ
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