 | 1858 - 602 oldal
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...dearer to my soul than its soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered,... | |
 | 1845 - 648 oldal
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 oldal
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 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...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 rapping, rapping at... | |
 | 1845 - 688 oldal
...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 oldal
...followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered,... | |
 | 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, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered,... | |
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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... 
