 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...  The Living Authors of America: 1st ser - Pàgina 130per Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 pàgines
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven : ' Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 pàgines
...Perched above a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then, this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into...Plutonian shore !" — Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
 | Charles A. Wiley - 1869 - 456 pàgines
...Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-door — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. 8. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...Night's Plutonian shore ? " Quoth the raven, " Nevermore ! " 9. Much I marvel'd this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
 | William Stewart Ross - 1869 - 452 pàgines
...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door ; — Perch'd and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebon bird beguiling, My sad fancy into smiling, By the...name is, on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Kaven, " Nevermore." And the Raven, sitting lonely On the placid bust, spoke only That one word, —... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 pàgines
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...Raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me That thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! " Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear... | |
 | Floyd Baker Wilson - 1869 - 208 pàgines
...door, — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony birl beguiling my sad fancy into smiiing, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorne and shaven, thou,'' I said, " art sure no craven ; Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering... | |
 | Alexander Kennedy Isbister - 1870 - 420 pàgines
...lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched above a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door— Then, this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into...Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so Though its answer little meaning—little... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 pàgines
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-door — Perched and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...the night's Plutonian shore ! '' Quoth the Raven, " Never more." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer... | |
 | Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 422 pàgines
...a 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...Night's Plutonian shore ? " Quoth the raven, " Nevermore ! " Much I marvell'd this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
 | Fredric Lown, Judith W. Steinbergh - 1996 - 194 pàgines
...above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
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