 | Edgar Allan Poe - Poetry - 2000 - 678 pages
..."Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." 60 Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness...and followed faster till his songs one burden bore — 65 Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.' " But the... | |
 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 146 pages
...placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered...dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never-nevermore."" But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Literary Collections - 2003 - 170 pages
...ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being...that melancholy burden bore Of "Never - nevermore. " ' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight 1 wheeled a cushioned seat... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Juvenile Fiction - 2003 - 448 pages
...placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered...melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.'" But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered—...that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.' " But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in... | |
 | Sourcebooks, Inc - Cooking - 2003 - 182 pages
...placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered —...melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in... | |
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what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore. 
