 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...  Studies in American and British Literature - Page 157by Inez Nellie Canfield McFee - 1905 - 557 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1858 - 602 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | 1845 - 778 pages
...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...never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon... | |
 | 1848 - 780 pages
...raven, ' 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...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 - 648 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | 1845 - 732 pages
...raven, " Nevermore." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " r ; And his eyes On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pages
...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...never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | 1847 - 434 pages
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon... | |
 | 1960 - 516 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
| |
