 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 Living Authors of America: 1st ser - Pàgina 128per Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 238 pàgines
...RAVEN. OXCE 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,...at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." II. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 220 pàgines
...RAVEN. I. 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,...visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door; II. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought... | |
 | 1865 - 564 pàgines
...THE RAVEN. npon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly...some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 pàgines
...HAYEK. 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...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... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 pàgines
...POE. 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...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. u 'Tis some visitor," I nmtter'd, " tapping at my chamber-door — Only this, and nothing... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 798 pàgines
...RAVEN.1 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, A? of sonic one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door; ••'Tis some visitor," I muttcr'd, "tapping... | |
 | 1866 - 408 pàgines
...RAVEN. 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...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 pàgines
...EAVEN. 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...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... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 pàgines
...RAVEN. 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...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... | |
 | Gems - 1866 - 168 pàgines
...(Aft) ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly...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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