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" Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. '"Tis... "
The fifth reader of the School and family series - Страница 487
по Marcius Willson - 1861 - 538 страници
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 страници
...mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...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 ghost...

The Southern literary messenger

...it. The opening stanza rapidly and clearly arranges time, place, etc. for the mysteries that follow. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, White I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there carue a tapping As of tame one gently rapping,...

The Southern literary messenger

...remarkable than it is, psychologic*!!', a wonder." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak ">* weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came i tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tia some visiter," I muttered,...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845
...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] h \ 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at...

The American Whig Review, Том 1

1845
...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rappmg, rapping at my...

The Literary Emporium, Томове 1–2

1847
...purest, the highest character, even to the present age in which we live. THE RAVEN. BY EDGAR A. POE. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and...my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza closes with one of the finest touches of poetical imagery and pathos. " For the rare...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing more.' "...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curioua Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852
...thank us for adorning our pages with this piece, which is called " The Raven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...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...




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