 | 1858 - 602 стор.
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 | 1845 - 778 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | 1848 - 780 стор.
...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.'...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 him... | |
 | 1845 - 648 стор.
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 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 стор.
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 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 стор.
...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...have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow... | |
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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; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the... 
