 For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.  Little Masterpieces of English Poetry - 315 ページ 編集 - 1905全文表示 - この書籍について
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 448 ページ
...door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,...his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered... | |
 | Axel W.-O. Schmidt - 2003 - 610 ページ
...Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as „Nevermore". (10) But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,...his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, „Other... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 ページ
...door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,...his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other... | |
 | Frank Noah - 2003 - 316 ページ
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 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 ページ
...door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,...only That one word, as if his soul in that one word lie did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely... | |
 | McGuffey - 2003 - 484 ページ
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 ページ
...door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,...his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other... | |
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