 | Asia - 1968 - 380 pages
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 | 1858 - 602 pages
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 | 1848 - 780 pages
...above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still...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 - 778 pages
...above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still...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... | |
 | Literature - 1845 - 648 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is...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... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 384 pages
...my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still...lamp-light o'er him streaming, Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow That lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore... | |
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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... 
