автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Raven (illustrated by Gustave Doré)

Edgar Allan Poe

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Take thy beak from out my heart

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more."

dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

"not at all or all in all.