 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 for the lost Lenore, For the...  The Dublin University Magazine - Page 2881875Full view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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,... | |
 | 1848 - 780 pages
...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 - 778 pages
...muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing rooit." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon tta floor. Eagerly I wisher! the morrow ;— vainly I had tried toborro* From my books surcease of... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...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 upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow —... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...I muttered, " tappmg 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 upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...muttered, " tapping at my chamber 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 the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 pages
...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 upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pages
...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 upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pages
...muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." B n. 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 —... | |
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