 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...nevermore.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon...syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's... | |
 | 1845 - 778 стор.
...Nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon...bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore." This 1 sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...Nevermore !" But the raven etill beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned e rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore...the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's... | |
 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...Nevermore !" But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...Nevermore.* But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then upon...croaking " Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, bat no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and... | |
 | 1855 - 724 стор.
...never more.' But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul Into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat In front of bird, and bust, and door; Then upon...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking ' Never mote.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 стор.
...nevermore." 11. But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door, Then, upon...ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 стор.
...more.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door ; Then, upon...gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 стор.
...Front of bird, and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I l>etook myself to linking Fan^v unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore...ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore.*' Thin I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose tiery eyes now Burn'd... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 стор.
...more.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smil.ing, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon...the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy xmto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and... | |
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But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What... 
