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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 Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ... - Page 70
edited by - 1905
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah. distinctly I remember...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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American Review : a Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art and ..., Volume 1

Philosophy - 1845
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...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, Volume 1

Language Arts & Disciplines - 1845
...rappmg, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tappmg at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...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 Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

English literature - 1845
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...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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Tales of mystery, imagination, & humour; and poems

Edgar Allan [tales] Poe - 1852
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door ; " Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember...— 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 Selection for Reading

RIchard G. Parker - 1852
...'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 - American poetry - 1852 - 256 pages
...napping, suddenly there came a tapping, " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Ah! distinctly I remember...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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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1852
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door — ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the...
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The North British review

1852
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door — 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " Ah. distinctly I remember,...upon 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...
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The works of the late Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 2

Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Nathaniel Parker Willis, James Russell Lowell - 1853
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...— 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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