 | 1858 - 602 pages
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Kaven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; Hut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pages
...saintly days of yore ; Sot Ike least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or niyed be ; Bat, wjth mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door...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,... | |
 | 1848 - 780 pages
...quote now continuously to the end. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter. In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the lean obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or 34 Edgar A. Poe. But, with mien of lord or lady,... | |
 | Literature - 1845 - 648 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...'Tie the wind, and nothing more !" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he ; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...'Tis the wind, and nothing more !" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he ; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
 | Periodicals - 1850 - 766 pages
...we seem actually to see him : " Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days...with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.... | |
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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a... 
