 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagine
...upon the floor. Easerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From iny books surrease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the...whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled me... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pagine
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 pagine
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1847 - 434 pagine
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...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 - 762 pagine
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 766 pagine
...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."... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pagine
...at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pagine
...my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." 2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 pagine
..."tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...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—... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pagine
...my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak p ؖ yL oЖ x \ y\ T_ pT had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the... | |
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Only this and nothing more." 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... 
