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" 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 above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my... "
Classic Selections from the Best Authors - Page 58
by Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - 182 pages
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 pages
...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...shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore ! ROBERT POLLOK. [From The Course of Time.] LORD SYltON. HE ' MII-IK ' 1 his harp, and...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848
...sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; Ami his eyes have all the seeming of » demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o'er...that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted— nevermore !" The rhythm of this poem is exquisite, its phraseology is in the highest degree musical...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 11

1845
...the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming...that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore ! THE LAKES AND THE VALLEY OF THE MISSISSIPPI. In the last Messenger, Harry Bluff called...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...
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The Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

1847
...the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming...shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore . • ...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...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...shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore P* great master of the musical chords of verse, but he superadded a charm which spiritualized...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...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...shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore !" Although his mechanical art is too visible, we cannot withhold our praise for the...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5, Part 1

1855
...still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,...from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shull be lifted, Never more," But it is not alone the subjectivity which we observe in these stanzas...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour; and Poems, Volume 456

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 pages
...beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall bo lifted — never more ? Kmn. AH, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown for ever ! Let the...
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