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... lie thy soul 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 ...
... lie thy soul 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 ...
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... , And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow , That lies floating on the floor , Shall be lifted - NEVERMORE ! Und der Rabe weichet nimmer , Sizt noch immer , 24 THE RAVEN .
... , And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor ; And my soul from out that shadow , That lies floating on the floor , Shall be lifted - NEVERMORE ! Und der Rabe weichet nimmer , Sizt noch immer , 24 THE RAVEN .
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... lies thy love , Lenore ! Come ! Let the burial - rite be read - The funeral song be sung ! - An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young A dirge for her , the doubly dead , In that she died so young ! Lenore . I. erbrochen ...
... lies thy love , Lenore ! Come ! Let the burial - rite be read - The funeral song be sung ! - An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young A dirge for her , the doubly dead , In that she died so young ! Lenore . I. erbrochen ...
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... lies , The life upon her yellow hair , But not within her eyes The life still there upon her hair The death upon her eyes . - IV . " Avaunt ! to - night my heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With ...
... lies , The life upon her yellow hair , But not within her eyes The life still there upon her hair The death upon her eyes . - IV . " Avaunt ! to - night my heart is light ! No dirge will I upraise , But waft the angel on her flight With ...