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... hath lent thee- By these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , And forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " said I ...
... hath lent thee- By these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh quaff this kind nepenthe , And forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " " Prophet ! " said I ...
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... hath spoken ! my loneliness unbroken ! — Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and Take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " „ Gramprophet ! " rief ich voll Zweifel , „ 22 THE RAVEN .
... hath spoken ! my loneliness unbroken ! — Quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and Take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore . " „ Gramprophet ! " rief ich voll Zweifel , „ 22 THE RAVEN .
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... The dead may feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " With Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child That should have been thy bride — II . „ Heuchler , ihr liebtet nur ihr Gut 40 LENORE .
... The dead may feel no wrong ! The sweet Lenore hath " gone before , " With Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child That should have been thy bride — II . „ Heuchler , ihr liebtet nur ihr Gut 40 LENORE .
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... ! the tender blossom That hath lain against my breast ; On thy black and angry bosom It will find a surer rest . Life is vain , and love is hollow , Ugly death stands there behind , Die Rose . I. uf dem Thurme sigt der Dichter The Rose. ...
... ! the tender blossom That hath lain against my breast ; On thy black and angry bosom It will find a surer rest . Life is vain , and love is hollow , Ugly death stands there behind , Die Rose . I. uf dem Thurme sigt der Dichter The Rose. ...
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... hath been my life so long , Ever to this sick heart fold him , Be the spirit of his song ? Touch not , sea , the blessed letters I have traced upon thy shore - Haß und Hohn und Hunger werden Tem , der für 46 THE ROSE .
... hath been my life so long , Ever to this sick heart fold him , Be the spirit of his song ? Touch not , sea , the blessed letters I have traced upon thy shore - Haß und Hohn und Hunger werden Tem , der für 46 THE ROSE .