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" Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For... "
The American Whig Review - 143. oldal
1845
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 oldal
...of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more."...floor. 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...

The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe with a notice by J. Hannay

Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 oldal
..." Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." B n. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...floor. 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...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 1. kötet

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 oldal
...rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamberdoor — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember,...ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wish'd the morrow, — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for...

The Dublin University Magazine, 42. kötet

1853 - 774 oldal
...cemetery. Take, for instance, the second stanza of Foe's most celebrated poem, " The Raven" : — " Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,...upon the floor, Eagerly I wished the morrow : vainly 1 had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare...

Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott ..., 69. oldal

1854 - 80 oldal
...of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door; " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more."...floor. 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...

The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, 3. kötet

1854 - 380 oldal
...Suddenly there came a tapping, Bapping at my chamber door. " Tie some visitor," I mnttcr'd, " Tapping at my chamber door— .Only this, and nothing more.''...December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghoet upon the floor. Eagerly 1 wish'd the morrow ; Vainly 1 had tried to borrow From my books surcease...

Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von ...

Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 oldal
...of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. „Tis some visiter," I mutter'd, ,,Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, Tt was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wronght its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly...

Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 oldal
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door; "'Tis some visitor," I mutter' d, "tapping at my chamber door — Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wish'd the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the...

Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and ..., 2. kötet,2. rész

Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 oldal
..."Tia some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." All, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought it« ghokt upon (he floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 oldal
...rapping, Rapping at my chamber dour. " "i'is some visiter," I mutter'd, "' Tapping at my chamber iloor — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, It was in the bleak Deccml>er, And each separate dying ernlxr Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wieh'd the morrow...




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