 | 1858 - 602 стор.
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 | 1769 - 366 стор.
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...— in there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still,...devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that (lod we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp... | |
 | 1845 - 648 стор.
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 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...— is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still,...this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...— is there balm in Gilead ?—tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " J 2` }G 5g e Lb S× X q 0 i u 1 S D~j c 7 O{D\ ... Wjђl K $S a Y f Oщ 9 , ^s _ p _ j H Q I b Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 стор.
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 | Henry Allon - 1886 - 618 стор.
...self-contempt, its semi-consciousness of wilful delusion, culminates in the author's favourite stanza — ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thing of evil ! prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that l>ends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...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...this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden... | |
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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 with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and... 
