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
| Eliza Richards - 2004 - Страниц: 264
...the air, the purple curtain Swelleth in and swelleth out around her motionless pale brows. 3 ' POE: And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. (CMP 364; 13-14) In both poems, a male poet speaks of his unattainable love. Barrett's poet closely... | |
| Gustave Doré - 2004 - Страниц: 86
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| Lisa K. Cobb - 2004 - Страниц: 192
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| Bill Sherk - 2004 - Страниц: 312
...I muttered, "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. . . 1773 GALLICIZE Once more we open Merriam-Webster, which offers this definition of gallicize: "to... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 2004 - Страниц: 692
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| Benjamin N. Martin - 2004 - Страниц: 512
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| Jeffrey Wainwright - 2004 - Страниц: 248
...we can see that Poe wants the full continuous effect of the longer line: Ah, distinctly 1 remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Besides the iambic and the trochaic feet there are two other, less common metres that employ not two... | |
| Charles W. Eliot - 2004 - Страниц: 528
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| Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - Страниц: 580
...I muttered, "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 wished the morrow; — vamly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow —... | |
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