...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 lake thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, still...

...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...take thy form from off my door !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...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...take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...which has preceded them. The under-current of meaning is rendered first apparent in the lines — " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door :" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore I" It will be observed that the words, " from out my heart," involve the first metaphorical...

...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 from off my door !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...token 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 from off my door !" duoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

...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...and Take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...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...Take thy form from off my door !' Quoth the raven ' Nevermore.' " And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...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...And take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust...

...of parting," &c. ; also, the cooling down, when there is more thought, and less violent passion, " Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." The management of the situation and objects of this poem is quite in Poe's vein, and is consequently...