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" Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above... "
Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch - Page 64
1854
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The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures

James Henry Powell - 1854 - 152 pages
...more.' " ' Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !' I shrieked up starting — ' Get thee hack into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of the lie thy aool hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! Take thy...
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The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1855 - 690 pages
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !" I shriek'd, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore...heart, And take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...
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The American First-class Book, Or Exercises in Reading and Recitation ...

John Pierpont - 1855 - 530 pages
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid...
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The Irish quarterly review, Volume 5

1855 - 1428 pages
...Never more." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! ' I shrieked upstarting— ' Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore...plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! I^eave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5

Ireland - 1855 - 1416 pages
...big — * Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave uo black plume us a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my...loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy bnuJ; from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Haven, 'Never more.' And...
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Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and ..., Volume 2, Part 2

Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - American literature - 1855 - 474 pages
...of that lie thy sonl hath spoken) ' Leave my loneliness unbroken I— quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door 1" Q'iioth the raven, "Nevermore." And tue raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...
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Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - Poetry - 1855 - 490 pages
...name Lenore," "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shriuk'd, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plunie as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust...
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Hand-book of American literature, historical, biographical, and critical [by ...

Joseph Gostwick - American literature - 1856 - 338 pages
...Never more." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore...heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the Raven : " Never more." And the Eaven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 3

Edgar Allan Poe - 1857 - 628 pages
...fiend FI shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian chore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door I ' Quoth the raven " Nevermore." Sixteenth — concerns the rhythm. Outis's is iambic — mine the...
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