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" thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted... "
Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch - Page 62
1854
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Gems of thought and flowers of fancy, ed. by R.W. Procter

Gems, Richard Wright PROCTER - 1855
...censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted "Wretch!" I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite...! Quaff, oh quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore I" Quoth the Raven, " Never more !" " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet...
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The American First-class Book, Or Exercises in Reading and Recitation ...

John Pierpont - 1855
...angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quail, 0, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quotfi the raven, " Nevermore."...
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The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1855 - 622 pages
...Tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there bairn in Gilcad ! Tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven Nevermore." Prophet !" said I, " 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...
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Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and ..., Volume 2, Part 2

Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - American literature - 1855
...tell me truly, I implore — Is there — ij there balm in Gilcadl — tell me — Ull me, I implorel" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By thnt Heaven that ЬгпЗв above из — by that God we both adore— Tell this...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5

Ireland - 1855
...footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. * Wretch :; I cried, * thy Uod hath lent thee— by these aiiEeb he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenorul Quart, oh, iLuuff, this kind nepenthe, and forget tliia lost Lcnnre ! * Quoth the iiuven, *...
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Hand-book of American Literature, Historical, Biographical, and Critical

Joseph Gostwick - American literature - 1856 - 319 pages
...by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch ! " I cried, " thy god hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, O quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven : " Never more ! " " Prophet...
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The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith

Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857
...the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee K Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories...! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." "Prophet !" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 616 pages
...Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite...Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quolh the Raven, "Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 616 pages
...the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thce Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories...Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.'" "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still,...
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THE POETICAL WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE

EDGAR ALLAN POE - 1858
...days of yore. JOHN TEN KIEL ... . . /. Cooper . " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent tl'ee — hy these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !" JOHN TENNIEL . . . /. Cooper . And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...
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