 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 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... | |
 | George Herbert - 1866 - 722 oldal
...a quaint and curions volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there rame a tapping. As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' TU some visitor,' I muttered, ' tipping it my chamber door, Only Mû and nothing man.' Ah ! distinctly... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1866 - 374 oldal
...volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of sortie one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor,' I mutterM, 'tapping at my chamber door — • Only this and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 544 oldal
...quaint and curious . . . volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there caine a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping...the floor; Eagerly I wished the morrow: vainly I had tried to borrow, From my books, surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant... | |
 | Simon Kerl - 1867 - 396 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 mdre.' " — EA Poe. From these lines it is easy to see, that in poetry the voice or the mind passes... | |
 | Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - 1808 - 596 oldal
...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,...bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought iU ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wish'd the morrow : Tainly I had sought to borrow From my books... | |
 | Simon Kerl - 1868 - 396 oldal
...napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " — EA Poe. From these lines it is easy to see, that in poetry the voice or the mind passes along... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - 1868 - 636 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 at my chamber door. " 'T is some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." .... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1868 - 544 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 at my chamber door; " 'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more." Ah! distinctly... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 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...Eagerly I wished the morrow — vainly I had sought to borrsw From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant... | |
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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... 
