 | 1858 - 602 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim and ancient Haven, wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what...its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pages
...»h»t thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian •hotel" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so...its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore ; tot me canaot help agreeing that no living human being Ewryet was blessed with seeing bird above... | |
 | 1845 - 648 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | 1845 - 732 pages
...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | 1845 - 688 pages
...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...— 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... | |
 | 1847 - 434 pages
...chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore ; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pages
...the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : r " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum Of the countenance...Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint... | |
| |
Perched, and sat, 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 be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient... 
