 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 first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader - Page 263by James Stuart Laurie - 1863Full view - About this book
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Literary Collections - 2003 - 170 pages
...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' Tis some visiter/ I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly...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 whom... | |
 | Milton Meltzer - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2003 - 156 pages
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber doorOnly this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...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... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember...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 whom... | |
 | Axel W.-O. Schmidt - Biography & Autobiography - 2003 - 610 pages
...muttered, „tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more". (2) Ah, distinctly I remembered it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying...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 whom... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - Literary Collections - 2003 - 770 pages
...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly...separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden... | |
 | John Stockmyer - Fiction - 2003 - 199 pages
...the Z-man's life—scythe in hand! CHAPTER 2 Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November 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— Except that the poem had... | |
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