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... what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap ? “ Bless us ! ” cried the
Mayor , “ what ' s that ? Only a scraping of shoes on the mat ? Anything like the
sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit - a - pat ! ” ( 3 . ) THE PIPER . “ Come in 16 ...
... what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap ? “ Bless us ! ” cried the
Mayor , “ what ' s that ? Only a scraping of shoes on the mat ? Anything like the
sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit - a - pat ! ” ( 3 . ) THE PIPER . “ Come in 16 ...
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... rapping at my chamber door ; “ ' Tis some visitor , " I mutter ' d , “ 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 ghost upon the
...
... rapping at my chamber door ; “ ' Tis some visitor , " I mutter ' d , “ 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 ghost upon the
...
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... syruk lima out my heart , azi tition my doen Qash the Baven : " Nevermore : And
the Raven , never fiitting , still is sitting , still is sitting ( on the pailid bunt of Pallas ,
just above my chamber door ; Awd him « you have all the seeming of a demon ...
... syruk lima out my heart , azi tition my doen Qash the Baven : " Nevermore : And
the Raven , never fiitting , still is sitting , still is sitting ( on the pailid bunt of Pallas ,
just above my chamber door ; Awd him « you have all the seeming of a demon ...
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... while I ponderd , 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 visitor
...
... while I ponderd , 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 visitor
...
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Leave my loneliness unbroken , - quit the bust above my door , — Take thy beak
from out my heart , and thy form from off my door ! ” Quoth the Raven : “
Nevermore ! " And the Raven , never flitting , still is sitting , still is sitting On the
pallid bust ...
Leave my loneliness unbroken , - quit the bust above my door , — Take thy beak
from out my heart , and thy form from off my door ! ” Quoth the Raven : “
Nevermore ! " And the Raven , never flitting , still is sitting , still is sitting On the
pallid bust ...
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| Название | Poetical readings and recitations, by R. and T. Armstrong |
| Редактор | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) |
| Опубликована: | 1866 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 28 сен 2006 |
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