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... heart , I stood repeating , " " Tis some visiter entreating Entrance at my chamber door- Some late visiter entreating را Entrance at my chamber door ; This it is and nothing more . " Wohl hab ' ich's im Sinn behalten , Im December 8 THE ...
... heart , I stood repeating , " " Tis some visiter entreating Entrance at my chamber door- Some late visiter entreating را Entrance at my chamber door ; This it is and nothing more . " Wohl hab ' ich's im Sinn behalten , Im December 8 THE ...
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... heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — " Tis the wind and nothing more . " Open here I flung the shutter , When , with many a flirt and flutter , In there stepped a stately Raven Of the saintly days of yore . Not the least ...
... heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — " Tis the wind and nothing more . " Open here I flung the shutter , When , with many a flirt and flutter , In there stepped a stately Raven Of the saintly days of yore . Not the least ...
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... 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 .
... 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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... heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of ...
... heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of ...
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... heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With a Pean of old days ! Let no bell toll ! lest her sweet soul , Amid its hallowed mirth , Should catch the note , as it doth float Up from the damnéd Earth ...
... heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With a Pean of old days ! Let no bell toll ! lest her sweet soul , Amid its hallowed mirth , Should catch the note , as it doth float Up from the damnéd Earth ...