John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| 6626 | And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled mefilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. |
The Raven. |
6627 | Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before. |
The Raven. |
6628 | Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. |
The Raven. |
6629 | Whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster. |
The Raven. |
6630 | Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven, Nevermore. |
The Raven. |
6631 | And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be liftedNevermore! |
The Raven. |
6632 | To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. |
To Helen. |
6633 | The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year. |
Ulalume. |
6634 | Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my soul, Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul. |
Ulalume. |
6635 | A Quixotic sense of the honorableof the chivalrous. |
Letter to Mrs. Whitman. Oct. 18, 1848. |
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