 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...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 страници
...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 upon...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 страници
...chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, <k ċ+ k J ǒ9E o >Ua ( T c l s 5t z ...-V Y 2 v = B 8 ޗU w̧ + i ƿ Jɇv . tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1847 - 434 страници
...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 upon...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 - 766 страници
...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."... | |
 | 1850 - 762 страници
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 страници
...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 upon...And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...door — Only this, and nothing more." 2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon...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 страници
...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 upon...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 страници
...chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, " 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... 
