 | 1858 - 602 pagina’s
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...explore — Let my 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 Kaven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed... | |
 | 1848 - 780 pagina’s
...quaint and highly arlistical, the raven is found at the window ; I quote now continuously to the end. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the lean obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or 34 Edgar A. Poe. But, with mien of lord or lady,... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pagina’s
...— Ut my 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, Is there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore ; Sot Ike least obeisance made he ; not... | |
 | 1845 - 648 pagina’s
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pagina’s
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 | 1845 - 732 pagina’s
...i Let my 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...days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he ; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pagina’s
...— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore ; — 'Tie the wind, and nothing more !" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt...days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he ; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —... | |
 | 1847 - 434 pagina’s
...stately raven of the saintly days of yore ; Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he ; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched...my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the... | |
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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 obeisance made he; not... 
