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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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Hand-book of American literature, historical, biographical, and critical [by ...

Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 oldal
...rapping, rapping at my chamber-door ; " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber-door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember...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 book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith

Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 oldal
...of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Pis 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...

McGuffey's New Sixth Eclectic Reader: Exercises in Rhetorical Reading, with ...

William Holmes McGuffey - 1857 - 456 oldal
...door, '"Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more." 2. 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 tried to borrow, From my books, +8urcease of sorrow—sorrow for the...

McGuffey's New High School Reader for Advanced Classes: Embracing about Two ...

William Holmes McGuffey - 1857 - 490 oldal
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The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 332 oldal
...of some one gently rapping, rapping at rnj 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...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 oldal
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Ui, 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...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 oldal
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...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...

Osgood's Progressive Fifth Reader: Embracing a System of Instruction in the ...

Lucius Osgood - 1858 - 494 oldal
...«• "'Tis some visitor," I mutter' d, "rapping at my chamber-door: Only this, and nothing more." 2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,...ember wrought its ghost upon the floor ! Eagerly. I wish'd the morrow; vainly Lhad tried tor borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, — sorrow for the...

The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir

Edgar Allan Poe - 1858 - 388 oldal
...— Only this mtd nothing more.'' Ah. distinetly I remember it was in the bleak Deeember, And eaeh separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow l'"t'om mv hooks sureease of sorrow — SOITOW for the lost Ltenore — For the rare...

A Compendium of American Literature

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 752 oldal
...mnttered, "tapping at my chamber-door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember it WM in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly l wished the morrow ; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for...




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