 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 pages
...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...silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating... | |
 | American poetry - 1866 - 522 pages
...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...silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - Readers (Secondary) - 1866 - 568 pages
...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...for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling • i" each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - Elocution - 1866 - 526 pages
...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...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pages
...rapping — rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door ; Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the black December,...surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— 1 For the rare and radiant maiden whom the ' angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - Elocution - 1866 - 618 pages
...distinctly I remember, it -was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upoi* the floor, Eagerly I wished the morrow : vainly I...maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 pages
...Eagerly I wish'd 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...angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepp'da stately Eaven... | |
 | Readers - 1866 - 408 pages
..."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...the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lcnore — For the rare... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 pages
...''tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - Readers - 1866 - 204 pages
...Eagerly I wish'd 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 the angels name Lenore— Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrill'd me—fill'd me... | |
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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... 
