 | 1848 - 780 pagina’s
...Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore. "'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!'...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 - 778 pagina’s
...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...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | 1845 - 732 pagina’s
...— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " i lC Z ȵW 2 I t # 2^⚵ 浗 P 8% s } v2 G 䂛 Wi /' n³O Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pagina’s
...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...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pagina’s
...! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 pagina’s
...Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.™ "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend...from out my heart, and Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | 1855 - 724 pagina’s
...and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more,' . Be that word oar sign of parting, bird or fiend ! ' I shrieked upstarting—...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting,... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pagina’s
...Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore.' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend,'...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pagina’s
...Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lcnore.' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' / 7 ? g j v < з ~ [x7 > [ .x s t N 1 ...o&O { T^ o 'Z w D ^ q V_ I 悦 Û 7 7 )c !' Qnoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pagina’s
...Never more." " Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting — " Get the back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore...from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, " Never more." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting.... | |
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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... 
