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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... "
Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and Practical - Страница 409
по Anna Randall Diehl - 1876 - 430 страници
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...Was dearer to my soul than its soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing...

The Southern literary messenger, Том 11

1845 - 778 страници
...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 - 732 страници
...while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 - # d x a } 8 0Y ChV+ ["¡t } F r Y 7c k ' [r 3F 5 둛Ì 4 Lk ; chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 страници
...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 curious Volume...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...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,...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing...

The North British review

1852 - 620 страници
...piece, which is called " The Kaven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страници
...piece, which is called " The Raven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, and made nearer into the image of God, chamber door — ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and...

National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing of ..., Том 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...America ! " LESSON CLXXIV. The Raven. — EDGAE A. POE 1. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'T is some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing...

Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...and get embalmed for a couple of hundred years. POEMS. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there canie a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door ; " Tis some visitor," I...




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