 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 rare and radiant...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Страница 160под редакцията на - 1852Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled me with fantastic terrors never fell before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart,... | |
 | 1845 - 778 страници
...rare and radiant maiden whom the angers name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And !he »ilken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled...with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that DOW, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeatin! " Ti> wo* visiter entreat i ng entrance at... | |
 | 1848 - 780 страници
...A death was never more poetically told than in the italicised words. The " tapping" is renewed — "And the silken, sad, uncertain, rustling of each...Thrilled me, filled me, with fantastic terrors never fell before, So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' "l'ii some visiler... | |
 | 1845 - 688 страници
...surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken...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 страници
...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled...beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1847 - 434 страници
...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lencre — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each pnrpte curtain Thrilled, me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken...late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door : This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir,"... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...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 - 1852 - 308 страници
...me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt And the siIken.sad uncertain rustling of each purple before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart,...late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 страници
...— 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... | |
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