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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... "
Little Masterpieces of English Poetry - Side 306
redigert av - 1905
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...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 —...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volum 11

1845 - 778 sider
...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...
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The American Whig Review, Volum 1

1845 - 688 sider
...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...
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The American Whig Review, Volum 1

1845 - 732 sider
...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...
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The Literary Emporium, Volumer 1-2

1847 - 434 sider
...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...
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The American Whig Review, Volum 5;Volum 11

1850 - 766 sider
...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 to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angele name Lenore."...
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The American Whig Review, Volum 5;Volum 11

1850 - 762 sider
...stanza of the Raven, &c. " Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my hooks surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angeU name Lenore." The same repetition makes " Ululume" nearly twice as long as it would be without...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 sider
...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 name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain...
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National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., Volum 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 sider
...'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,...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain,...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 sider
...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,...vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—...
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