Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch, 第 69 頁1854 |
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... Raven , by the American author , E. A. Poe , are appended . RAMMERSCALES , LOCKERBY , July , 1854 . Einige der folgenden Lieder sind bereits in verschiedenen Zeitschriften erschienen Several of the following Songs have already appeared ...
... Raven , by the American author , E. A. Poe , are appended . RAMMERSCALES , LOCKERBY , July , 1854 . Einige der folgenden Lieder sind bereits in verschiedenen Zeitschriften erschienen Several of the following Songs have already appeared ...
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... . ... M'NEIL 42 ... Mrs. ADAM 48 ... 54 58 IX . There's nae Luck aboot the House X. I canna , mauna , Marry yet Christmas Hymn The Raven ... ... HEBER E. A. POE ... : 69 Lieder . I. Die Feldlerche HOGG : II . Grün Songs. ...
... . ... M'NEIL 42 ... Mrs. ADAM 48 ... 54 58 IX . There's nae Luck aboot the House X. I canna , mauna , Marry yet Christmas Hymn The Raven ... ... HEBER E. A. POE ... : 69 Lieder . I. Die Feldlerche HOGG : II . Grün Songs. ...
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... raven of the saintly days of yore ; Not the least obeisance made he , not a minute stopped or stayed he , But with mien of Lord or Lady , perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas , just above my chamber door ...
... raven of the saintly days of yore ; Not the least obeisance made he , not a minute stopped or stayed he , But with mien of Lord or Lady , perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas , just above my chamber door ...
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... Raven , wandering from the nightly shore ! - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore ! " - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer ...
... Raven , wandering from the nightly shore ! - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven , " Nevermore ! " - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly , Though its answer ...
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... gen Herzensqualen Immer hört er es erschallen- ihm stand Unglück stets bevor , Und das Schlußwort seiner Klag ' er sang und seufzte tief und schwer : Wehe ! Nimmer , nimmermehr ! But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into 65.
... gen Herzensqualen Immer hört er es erschallen- ihm stand Unglück stets bevor , Und das Schlußwort seiner Klag ' er sang und seufzte tief und schwer : Wehe ! Nimmer , nimmermehr ! But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into 65.
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第 62 頁 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
第 58 頁 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
第 64 頁 - 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 my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
第 64 頁 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
第 54 頁 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
第 62 頁 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted...
第 54 頁 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
第 58 頁 - Lenore !" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into my chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is something at my window lattice ; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. 'Tis the wind, and nothing more.
第 64 頁 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light 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...
第 48 頁 - A nd will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet!