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."
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 shadows on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!
And when the princess opened the
door the frog came in, and slept upon her pillow as before, till the morning broke.
"'I went to the donjon in search of my ladder, and in the lower part of the donjon which serves me and the gardener for a lumber room, I found the
door open and the ladder gone.
Overhead, as she sat, she could now hear the floorboards slightly creak, as if some one were walking about, and presently the movement was explained by the rustle of garments against the banisters, the opening and the closing of the front
door, and the form of Tess passing to the gate on her way into the street.
As he closed the
door of my chamber behind him his thoughts were cut off from me as was the sight of him, which seemed strange to me in my little knowledge of thought transference.
And at that very moment a
door must have been opened somewhere downstairs; for a great rushing draft blew along the passage and the
door of the room they sat in was blown open with a crash, and as they both jumped to their feet the light was blown out and the crying sound was swept down the far corridor so that it was to be heard more plainly than ever.
Pierre went in at the
door, stepping on the soft carpet, and noticed that the strange lady, the aide-de-camp, and some of the servants, all followed him in, as if there were now no further need for permission to enter that room.
The
door of the Johnson home opened and Maggie looked out.
The voice on the other side of the
door burst out with an impassioned request for a little pity, just a little, and went on begging for a few words, for two words, for one word - one poor little word.
Rook hurried into the room, and closed the
door. In less than a minute, he opened it again, with doubt and horror plainly visible in his face.
While so engaged he was half conscious of the rapid opening and closing of the outer
door, of footfalls sounding all about him.
