 | Simon Kerl - 1862 - 430 páginas
...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 mare.' " — EA Poe. From these lines it is easy to sec, that in poetry the voice or the mind passes... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 796 páginas
...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, it was in the bleak Deeember, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly 1 wish'd the morrow... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1863 - 614 páginas
...'Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, " tapping at my chamber-door — Only this, and nothing more." ii. 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 bflrrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 528 páginas
...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...nothing more." .Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the Weak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 530 páginas
...suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis iome visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door...nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the Weak Decembei And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 páginas
...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, it was in the black December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 328 páginas
...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 muttered, " tapping at my chamber weary, door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Carl Theodor Eben - 1864 - 62 páginas
...33efuф wo^l noф," fo baфt' iф, „Феn ber 3ufaU fü^ret ^er Sin Söefuch unb fonfî Wifytö mfy. Ah, distinctly I remember, It was in the bleak December,...sought to borrow ¿. From my books surcease of sorrow — чSorrow for the lost Lenorë — ( ' For the rare and radiant maiden ф Whom the angels name Lenore... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 798 páginas
...rapping at my chamber-door; ••'Tis some visitor," I muttcr'd, "tapping at my chamber-door, — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember,...separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. K igerly I wish'd the morrow : — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow,... | |
 | 418 páginas
...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... | |
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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... 
