 But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown...  Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And Poems - 第218页作者：Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 256 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
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...feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what... | |
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...feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what... | |
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