°Ë»ö À̹ÌÁö Áöµµ Play YouTube ´º½º Gmail µå¶óÀÌºê ´õº¸±â »
·Î±×ÀÎ
µµ¼­ And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...¿¡ ´ëÇØ °Ë»öÇÑ
" 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... "
Selections from American Poetry: With Special Reference to Poe, Longfellow ... - 96 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÆíÁý - 1917 - 373 ÆäÀÌÁö
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Southern literary messenger, 11±Ç

1845 - 778 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas jiut alrcve my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Southern literary messenger, 14±Ç

1848 - 780 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'...On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; Ami his eyes have all the seeming of » demon's that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o'er him...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The American Whig Review, 1±Ç

1845 - 688 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ; And...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The American Whig Review, 1±Ç

1845 - 732 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Literary Emporium, 1-2±Ç

1847 - 434 ÆäÀÌÁö
...of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door I Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form...chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Irish Quarterly Review, 5±Ç,ÆÄÆ® 1

1855 - 724 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! ' Quoth the Raveu, ' Never more.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still...pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber -door, And bis eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming,...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The United States Democratic Review, 28±Ç

1851 - 608 ÆäÀÌÁö
...a token ofthat 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 !" Quoth the Raven, " Never more." In those elegant stanzas, the question in the first quoted is not more beautifully put...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The North British review

1852 - 620 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sittincr. still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have...
Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼­ Á¤º¸




  1. ³» ¶óÀ̺귯¸®
  2. µµ¿ò¸»
  3. °í±Þ µµ¼­°Ë»ö
  4. ePub ´Ù¿î·Îµå
  5. PDF ´Ù¿î·Îµå