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" Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis... "
The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe: With an Essay on His Poetry by Andrew Lang - 4. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe, Andrew Lang - 1881 - 172 oldal
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The Southern literary messenger, 11. kötet

1845 - 778 oldal
...remarkable than it is, psychologic*!!', a wonder." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak ">* weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came i tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tia some visiter," I muttered,...

The Southern literary messenger, 14. kötet

1848 - 780 oldal
...clearly arranges time, place, etc. for the mysteries that follow. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, White I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there carue a tapping As of tame one gently rapping,...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 732 oldal
...noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while - iM8 uɛ VrW 2 V( '_ g > ) Xd I Z g k} vd x5 % H ,*F G ' 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at...

The American Whig Review, 1. kötet

1845 - 688 oldal
...noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rappmg, rapping at my...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and...gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing more.' "...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curioua Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping,...gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 27. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 oldal
...with this piece, which is called " The Raven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while - >F/a/2 ` +U Z 9֯!>. ^ - a X X. Xb >... _\ } דJzk/ m &V| 2! G . " -- ê;zΧ Dv H* [ visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " Ah, distinctly...

National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., 4. kötet

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...young America ! " LESSON CLXXIV. The Raven. — EDGAE A. POE 1. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'T is some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." 2....

The North British review

1852 - 620 oldal
...with this piece, which is called " The Kaven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.'...




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