 | 418 oldal
...Edgar Poe's " Raven " is a wonder of rhythm, rhyme, and pathos ; everybody knows and admires it : — " Ah ! distinctly I remember, — It was in the bleak...ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor : Eagerly I wish'd the morrow ; Vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, — Sorrow for... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 564 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...some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber ' ""1 Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each... | |
 | 1866 - 408 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...the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lcnore — For the rare... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 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...wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished tho morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the... | |
 | 1866 - 780 oldal
...melodiously the well-known monody :— " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and wwiry, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door, Only ttiis and not/tiny more.' Ah! distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December," &c. We all know... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 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...Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing mom." Ah, distinctly I remember It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 oldal
...presence of which the iron hearts of your warriors shall be turned into ashes! THE KAVEN.—Edgar A. Poe. 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... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 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...visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door ; Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the black December, And each separate dying ember wrought its... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 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...some visitor," I muttered, ''tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 oldal
..." 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber-door — Only this, and nothing more." 2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it -was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upoi* the floor, Eagerly I wished the morrow : vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease... | |
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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... 
