| 1845 - 778 pàgines
...the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This 1 sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
| 1845 - 648 pàgines
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| Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pàgines
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| 1845 - 688 pàgines
...the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
| 1847 - 434 pàgines
...the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon the velvet...croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pàgines
...the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door, Then, upon the velvet sinking,...ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pàgines
...the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door ; Then, upon the velvet...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 pàgines
...Front of bird, and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I l>etook myself to linking Fan^v unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore.*' Thin I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose tiery eyes now Burn'd... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 pàgines
...the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smil.ing, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy xmto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and... | |
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