 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 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...at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." II. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 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 door; II. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought... | |
 | 1865 - 564 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 Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate... | |
 | 1866 - 408 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,"...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 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,"...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... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 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...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... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 páginas
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 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...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 páginas
..." '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... | |
 | 1866 - 780 páginas
...forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there canie a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some 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... | |
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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... 
