 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!...Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed... | |
 | 1848 - 780 стор.
...floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent tbee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the rsven, ' Nevermore.' " ' Prophet !' said I, ' thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil !... | |
 | 1845 - 778 стор.
...flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he halh sent thee Respite— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore '" Quote the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird... | |
 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead ?—tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ¡—prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 стор.
...methought, the ah- grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 стор.
...cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, By these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe Prom thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff' this kind...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
 | 1855 - 724 стор.
...floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! ' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more ! ' ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thine; of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 стор.
...floor. "Wretch!" I cried, "thy god hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
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Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted... 
