 And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,...  Life of Edgar Allan Poe ... - 291. oldalszerző: James A. Harrison - 1903 - 455 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Milton Meltzer - 2003 - 156 oldal
...Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 oldal
...Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber doorSome late visiter entreating entrance at my... | |
 | Sourcebooks, Inc - 2003 - 182 oldal
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating: '"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 448 oldal
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 170 oldal
...lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, 1 stood repeating ' Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visiter entreating... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 oldal
...terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door...late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir,"... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 oldal
...Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain TTmlled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance... | |
 | Eliza Richards - 2004 - 264 oldal
...the air, the purple curtain Swelleth in and swelleth out around her motionless pale brows. 3 ' POE: And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. (CMP 364; 13-14) In both poems, a male poet speaks of his unattainable love. Barrett's poet closely... | |
 | Nicholas A. Reiter, Lori Schillig - 2005 - 205 oldal
...illusion-filled, yet ever hopeful, Bridges to the Apple Isle — The Bridges of Avalon. The Bridge of the Visitors And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— This it is and nothing, more. " — Edgar Allen Poe... | |
 | Gregory Sarno - 2005 - 417 oldal
...angels name Lenore — Nameless here forevermore. FAVORING NEIL as he launches the next verse. NEIL And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance... | |
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