Cuentos Clásicos del Norte, Primera Serie

By Edgar Allan Poe

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Cuentos Clásicos del Norte

_Primera Serie_

Por

Édgar Allan Poe

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Text Comparison with Le Corbeau = The Raven

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Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
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Ardemment je souhaitais le jour--vainement j'avais cherché d'emprunter à mes livres un sursis au chagrin--au chagrin de la Lénore perdue--de la rare et rayonnante jeune fille que les anges nomment Lénore:--de nom pour elle ici, non, jamais plus!_ And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- This it is and nothing more.
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Voyons donc ce qu'il y a et explorons ce mystère--que mon coeur se calme un moment et explore ce mystère; c'est le vent et rien de plus.
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" _Je m'émerveillai fort d'entendre ce disgracieux volatile s'énoncer aussi clairement, quoique sa réponse n'eût que peu de sens et peu .
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» Alors l'oiseau dit: «Jamais plus.
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»_ But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
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lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
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» Le Corbeau dit: «Jamais plus!»_ "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! 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 heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.