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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... "
The model elocutionist, by A. Comstock and J.A. Mair - Sivu 209
tekijä(t) Andrew Comstock - 1874
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The Southern literary messenger, Nide 14

1848 - 780 sivua
...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...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...

The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: The literati

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 sivua
...fiend 1" I shrieked, upstarting — " Got thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore I Leave no black 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,...

The Irish Quarterly Review, Nide 5,Osa 1

1855 - 724 sivua
...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...heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Nide 28

1851 - 702 sivua
...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...

The United States Democratic Review, Nide 28

1851 - 608 sivua
...of parting," &c. ; also, the cooling down, when there is more thought, and less violent passion, " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." The management of the situation and objects of this poem is quite in Poe's vein, and is consequently...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 sivua
...or fiend !" I shrick'd. upstarting — ** Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token Of that lie...Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sittincr. still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 sivua
...bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting — " Get the back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie...take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting. On the pallid bust...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Nide 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 sivua
...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...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !' Qnoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., Nide 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 sivua
...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 ! * Nepenthe is a drug or medicine that alleviates pain and exhilarates. 'Leave thy loneliness unbroken...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 sivua
...tempest and the night's Plutonian shore! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more."...




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