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" 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 Raven wandering from the Nightly... "
Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Page 410
edited by - 1858
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 pages
...above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my...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...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848
...bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. "Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave...ancient raven wandering, from the nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' "Much I...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 11

1845
...my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Bj the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, ''Thoojh thy crest be shorn and shaven,...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845
...my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my...ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutoman shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1 marvelled...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845
...my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, en it came to live, confusion would be harmonized...desolation would be won at last, and pa«,ng into its life, me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." Much 1...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : ; " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then,...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...visibly the poet's intention to produce effect by the outer shape of verse is here made apparent : . " Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...grim and ancient raven Wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 11

1850
...above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony bird beguiling...countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest be shorn and eharen, thou,' I paid, ' art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 11

1850
...above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, • Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, '...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour; and Poems, Volume 456

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 pages
...my cliaraber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door — Perched and sat and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my...ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." Much I marvelled...
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