 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 - Стр. 2881875Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | HENRY HOWE - 1859 - Страниц: 748
...weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, 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... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - Страниц: 530
...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...me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt be fore ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeatin"' " 'Tis some visitor entreating... | |
 | England - 1860 - Страниц: 532
...muttered, " tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." 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 — sorrow... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - Страниц: 450
...mutter'd, " 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 wish'd the morrow ; Vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - Страниц: 316
...mutter'd, " 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 wish'd the morrow ;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow —... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - Страниц: 540
...lost 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... | |
 | Henry Howe - 1861 - Страниц: 844
...visiter," 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 floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow —... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - Страниц: 438
...muttered, "tapping at my chamber-door— Only this, and nothing more.** Ah 1 distinctly T remember it waa in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost npon the floor. Eagerly I wish*d the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1862 - Страниц: 558
...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 mv books surcease of sorrow — sorrow... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - Страниц: 792
...mutter'd, "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. Kagerly I wish'd the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, —... | |
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