 | 1858 - 602 pàgines
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 | 1769 - 366 pàgines
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...— in there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still,...devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that (lod we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp... | |
 | 1845 - 648 pàgines
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 | 1845 - 732 pàgines
...— is there balm in Gilead ?—tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ¡—prophet still,...sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pàgines
...— is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still,...sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pàgines
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 | Henry Allon - 1886 - 618 pàgines
...self-contempt, its semi-consciousness of wilful delusion, culminates in the author's favourite stanza — ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thing of evil ! prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that l>ends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant... | |
 | 1847 - 434 pàgines
...the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God...sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Be that word... | |
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thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and... 
