 And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the...  American Literature - Página 144por Roy Bennett Pace - 1915 - 281 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1858 - 602 páginas
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 | 1845 - 778 páginas
...and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above...sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the... | |
 | 1848 - 780 páginas
...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 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 - 648 páginas
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 | 1845 - 732 páginas
...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...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming... | |
 | 1845 - 688 páginas
...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...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 páginas
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 | 1847 - 434 páginas
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 páginas
...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...On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him... | |
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