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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... "
Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ... - 223. oldal
szerző: Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 oldal
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 oldal
...quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping...visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...

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....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 and radiant maiden...

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...

A Compendium of American Literature: Chronologically Arranged, with ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 oldal
...rapping at my chamber-door ; " 'Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, " tapping at my chamber-door,— • 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...

ADVENTURES AND ACHIEVEMENTS OF AMERICANS;

HENRY HOWE - 1859 - 748 oldal
...midnight dreary, while I ponder'd weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...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-—...

The New York Speaker: A Selection of Pieces Designed for Academic Exercises ...

Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 oldal
...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...I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had tried...

Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both ...

England - 1860 - 532 oldal
...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; Only this, and nothing more." n. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...

Nightingale Valley: A Collection, Including a Great Number of the Choicest ...

William Allingham - 1860 - 316 oldal
...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 some visitor," I mutter'd, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...

The Ladies' Reader: Designed for the Use of Ladies' Schools and Family ...

John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 oldal
...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 some visiter," I mutter'd, " Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly...

Folk Songs

John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 oldal
...quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore, 297 While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping...separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eao.erly I wished the morrow ; -' ' •/ Vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow,...




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