...here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrill'd me— fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...in and swelleth out, around her motionless pale brows." EA Poe's as follows : " And the silken tad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled...filled me, with fantastic terrors never felt before." The whole of this poem (Lady Geraldine's Courtship) is one that none who read it once will soon forget....

...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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door — Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...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...

...italicised above, and the following ones from the Raven : " And the lilken, tad, uncertain, milling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me, filled me, with fantastic terrors never felt before. "Thenthit ebony bird, beguiling my sad fancy into imiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...

...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenorc — 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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...whom tlft« angels name Lenore — Nameless hero forevermore. And the tilken tad uncertain rnstling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with...that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood relating : " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door — Some late visitor entreating...

...Lenoie, — 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrill'd me, — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door : Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...nothing more." Then the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...and swelleth out, around her motionless pale brow." And on turning to "The Raven " you will find : "The silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before." 'Now, oh ! carping friend, it is quite probable neither the author of Childe Harold or the author of...