 | 1858 - 602 Seiten
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 | 1769 - 366 Seiten
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...— in there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still,...devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that (lod we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp... | |
 | 1845 - 648 Seiten
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 | 1845 - 732 Seiten
...— is there balm in Gilead ?—tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " J 2` }G 5g e Lb S× X q 0 i u 1 S D~j c 7 O{D\ ... Wjђl K $S a Y f Oщ 9 , ^s _ p _ j H Q I b name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I... | |
 | 1845 - 688 Seiten
...— is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still,...— 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 !" I... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 Seiten
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 | Henry Allon - 1886 - 618 Seiten
...self-contempt, its semi-consciousness of wilful delusion, culminates in the author's favourite stanza — ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thing of evil ! prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that l>ends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant... | |
 | 1847 - 434 Seiten
...the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God...— 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 !" I... | |
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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 with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare... 
