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" 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, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly... "
Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and Practical - Стр. 410
авторы: Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - Страниц: 430
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony...said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian...
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The Southern literary messenger, Том 14

1848 - Страниц: 780
...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though...
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The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - Страниц: 732
...lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — J -u I !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,...
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The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845 - Страниц: 688
...lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - Страниц: 380
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - Страниц: 384
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...grim and ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'...
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The American Whig Review, Том 5;Том 11

1850 - Страниц: 762
...or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony...countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest be shorn and eharen, thou,' I paid, ' art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly...
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The American Whig Review, Том 5;Том 11

1850 - Страниц: 766
...lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony...beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, • Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, '...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - Страниц: 298
...lady, perched above my cliaraber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony...thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - Страниц: 610
...Lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bast of Pallas, just above my chamber door — stery explore — Let my heart be still a moment,...the wind, and nothing more.' " Open here I flung the ?' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,...
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