 | 1858 - 602 halaman
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 | 1848 - 780 halaman
...Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!'...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... | |
 | 1845 - 778 halaman
...shrieked, upstarting — " Gel thee Irack into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no Mack plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken...from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut... | |
 | 1845 - 648 halaman
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 | 1845 - 732 halaman
...— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " |( ! r&K( (4"/% &~ B l& % ''('-( ) ) ) ! & &r)s)t)# . 2)E#... " I ) ( ) !Q( {) ) ";# )") * & ) ) )m"#'O ) ( ( ( %3*4* ] & And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 halaman
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 | 1845 - 688 halaman
...Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore...from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 halaman
...Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.™ "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 halaman
...! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just... | |
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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... 
