Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly... The Living Authors of America: 1st ser - Page 130by Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pagesFull view - About this book
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1858 - 752 pages
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-door — Perched and Eat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decornm of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure... | |
| HENRY HOWE - 1859 - 748 pages
...door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." 706 SELECT AMERICAN POETRY. Much I marveled this, ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though... | |
| Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Animal behavior - 1859 - 720 pages
...Perched and sat, and nothing more. " Then this ebon bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling, By the grim and stern decorum Of the countenance it wore : ' Though...the night's Plutonian shore?' — Quoth the raven, t Nevermore !' ' Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend,' I shrieked upstarting ; ' Get thee... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1859 - 812 pages
...colloquy follows between tbe pool •od the bird of ill omen with its haunting croak .-f "Never more." Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no cravec Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raren, wandering from the nightly shore,— Tell me what thy lordly... | |
| American literature - 1859 - 528 pages
...my chamber door. In the two stanzas which follow, the design is more obviously carried out: — • Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling...countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorn and ihaven thou," I said, " art sure no craven Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly... | |
| England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 pages
...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling...Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the. Raven, "Nevermore." IX. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning,... | |
| Warren P. Edgarton - Recitations - 1860 - 530 pages
...door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore?" V s 274 NEW YOEK SPEAKER. Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its... | |
| John William Stanhope Hows - Readers - 1860 - 450 pages
...— Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door — Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, Th»u," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven, Wandering from the Nightly shore... | |
| John Williamson Palmer - Folk songs - 1861 - 540 pages
...door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above, my chamber door : Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling My sad fancy into smiling,...Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly Fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 800 Though its answer little meaning,... | |
| Marcius Willson - Bible stories - 1861 - 550 pages
...Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 8. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,...countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,"I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore... | |
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