 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1866 - 522 páginas
...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... | |
 | Gems - 1866 - 168 páginas
...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 Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 páginas
...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 • i" each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1866 - 526 páginas
...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,...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 páginas
...visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door ; Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the black December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— 1 For the rare and radiant maiden whom the ' angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 páginas
...chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, ''tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare... | |
 | 1866 - 408 páginas
...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,...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
...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,...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
...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 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... | |
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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... 
