 | 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... | |
 | 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 766
...outspread," &c., is one of Poe's obvious peculiarities. It occurs in every stanza of the Raven, &c. " Eagerly I wished the morrow ;—vainly I had sought...Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angele name Lenore." The same repetition makes " Ululume" nearly twice as long as it would be without... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...tapping, " '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. curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt And the siIken.sad uncertain rustling... | |
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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... 
