 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 1022
...door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah. distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Easerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From iny books surrease of sorrow —... | |
 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...door. Tia some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing rooit." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon tta floor. Eagerly I wisher! the morrow ;— vainly I had tried toborro* From my books surcease of... | |
 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 648
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 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 732
...door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 688
...door. " Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tappmg at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...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... | |
 | 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 434
...door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 298
...door ; " Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...'T is some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." 2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,...maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled... | |
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the... 
