 | 1845 - 778 ページ
...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, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing rooit." Ah, distinctly... | |
 | 1845 - 732 ページ
...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,...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly... | |
 | 1845 - 688 ページ
...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 —... | |
 | 1847 - 434 ページ
...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,...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly... | |
 | 1845 - 424 ページ
...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,...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 386 ページ
...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,...at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.' r The next stanza closes with one of the finest touches of poetical imagery and pathos. " For the rare... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 ページ
...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,...my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza closes with one of the finest touches of poetical imagery and pathos. " For the rare... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1850 - 598 ページ
...dreary, "While I ponder'd, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping,...Rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttcr'd, " Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 ページ
...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,...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door— Only this, and nothing more.'" The... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1851 - 600 ページ
...tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, " Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I rememlKT, It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor.... | |
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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 some... 
