...here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain ThrilFd me — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that...repeating : " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door : This it is, and nothing...

...— " It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. " And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. " Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance...

...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. - And the silken sad uncertain...beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber...

...sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain...before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, 1 stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door Some visiter entreating...

...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain...my chamber door; — This it is and nothing more." And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" —...

...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. This is an art to delight the soul of a servant girl; it is a matter for astonishment that mature men...

...here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "I'is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visiter entreating entrance...

...sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain...some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir,"...

...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance...

...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; 15 So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating...