 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страница
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled me with fantastic terrors never fell before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart,... | |
 | 1845 - 778 страница
...rare and radiant maiden whom the angers name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And !he »ilken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled...with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that DOW, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeatin! " Ti> wo* visiter entreat i ng entrance at... | |
 | 1848 - 780 страница
...A death was never more poetically told than in the italicised words. The " tapping" is renewed — "And the silken, sad, uncertain, rustling of each...Thrilled me, filled me, with fantastic terrors never fell before, So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' "l'ii some visiler... | |
 | 1845 - 688 страница
...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 rustling...beating of my heart, I. stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1845 - 732 страница
...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled...beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1847 - 434 страница
...angels name Lencre — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each pnrpte curtain Thrilled, me — filled me with fantastic...beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
 | 1852 - 620 страница
...sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. " And the silken sad uncertain...late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, That it is, and nothing more.' " Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer, ' Sir,"... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страница
...sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless L N E jS˫ D㯯 v=S . A bMA aD 1o ~ \ y u/"۟Ҫ V d ...k &`_N R Y , Nw 5 0 h H _W g ; )2Fټ p" be That it is, and nothing more.' "Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 162 163... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страница
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " "I is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 страница
...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. m. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber... | |
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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 for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden... 
