 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded,...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah.... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pagina’s
...psychologic*!!', a wonder." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak ">* weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, 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,... | |
 | 1845 - 732 pagina’s
...while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah,... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pagina’s
...while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a 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 chamber door. " Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tappmg at my chamber door —... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pagina’s
...course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded,...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' "... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pagina’s
...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,...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' "... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pagina’s
...its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded,...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 Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pagina’s
...its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded,...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.'... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pagina’s
...— EDGAE A. POE 1. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'T is some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." 2.... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 pagina’s
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door; While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping 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... | |
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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... 
