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" And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door... "
The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with orig. memoir. New illustr. ed - Page 7
by Edgar Allan Poe - 1871
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 11

1845 - 778 pages
...and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above...sitting, still is sitting On 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...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pages
...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 lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845 - 688 pages
...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...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 American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845 - 732 pages
...and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Z < a V E t E %C մ G H4 YF % q\ I ] E7r zh ...~ ל- 4 : Zש U 0u Pw I"Q~ N c S u ~ h 2 L l e i= 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 Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

1847 - 434 pages
...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...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 Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: The literati

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1850 - 642 pages
...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...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1* Quoth the raven " Nevermore." Sixteenth — concerns the rhythm. Outis's is iambic — mine the...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5, Part 1

1855 - 724 pages
...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...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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The United States Democratic Review, Volume 28

1851 - 608 pages
...of parting," &c. ; also, the cooling down, when there is more thought, and less violent passion, " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." The management of the situation and objects of this poem is quite in Poe's vein, and is consequently...
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The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 28

1851 - 702 pages
...Quoth the Raven, " Never more." 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 (rum out my heurt, and take thy form from off my doori" Quoth the Haven, " Never more." In those elegant...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 pages
...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...Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sittincr. still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have...
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