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" Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest 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... "
Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ... - Pagina 228
door Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 pagina’s
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore!...take thy form from off my door! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pagina’s
...Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting — ' Get thee back into the tempest, and the Night's Plutonian shore...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...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 11

1845 - 778 pagina’s
...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845 - 732 pagina’s
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845 - 688 pagina’s
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...
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The Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

1847 - 434 pagina’s
...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 from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pagina’s
...Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore...Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pagina’s
...Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore...Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: The literati

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 pagina’s
...fiend 1" I shrieked, upstarting — " Got thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore I Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken 1 Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart,...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5,Deel 1

1855 - 724 pagina’s
...Never more,' . Be that word oar sign of parting, bird or fiend ! ' I shrieked upstarting— ' Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...
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