 | 1845 - 688 pàgines
..." 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,...beating of my heart, I. stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1845 - 732 pàgines
...'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,...— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pàgines
...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...of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pàgines
...of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call x jz omeu L N E jS˫ D㯯 v=S . A bMA aD 1o ~ \ y u...) ^ j x T u f = @ t m * :-7 ۲[ 3 #Ȁ С entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, That... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pàgines
...of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. " And the silken...of my heart, I stood repeating, ' 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, That... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pàgines
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " "I is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pàgines
...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...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,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pàgines
...dying 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...silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain. Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pàgines
...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. m. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1854 - 80 pàgines
...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...of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door... | |
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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... 
