| 1858 - 602 páginas
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| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest...said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian... | |
| 1845 - 648 páginas
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| 1845 - 732 páginas
...and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest...Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 páginas
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| 1845 - 688 páginas
...and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest...— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse... | |
| Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 páginas
...made apparent : r " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum Of the countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest...Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint... | |
| Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 páginas
...made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum Of the countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest...thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen... | |
| 1850 - 766 páginas
...and nothing more. " Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest...ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell mo what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore.' " Perhaps... | |
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