 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...  The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe - 第294页作者：Edgar Allan Poe - 1857全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | 1845 - 778 页
...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... | |
 | 1848 - 780 页
...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...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 - 648 页
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 | 1845 - 732 页
...fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! ( ( ( ( )B ) $ #)N ) ) ),% %.%2 ' % 'S %U V (E%... " I ) ( ) !Q( {) ) ";# )") * & ) ) )m"#'O ) ( ( ( %3*4* ] Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On... | |
 | 1845 - 688 页
...fiend !" I shrieked, upstarting — " Get thce back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul...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... | |
 | 1960 - 516 页
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 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 页
...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...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 页
...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...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... | |
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