 | Frank Lloyd Wright - 2005 - 604 páginas
...visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more" Interval : Slowly walking And the silken, sad, uncertain Rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic Terrors never felt before . . . Silence Now Pause . . . Footsteps, measured as before Silence. Walking faster . . . All quiet... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 páginas
...Lenore — for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; Form: Trochaic octameter, or as formatted here, trochaic tetrameter. AAxBCCCBxBB — Vocabulary: surcease:... | |
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And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,... 
