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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... "
Cassell's illustrated readings - Page 154
by Cassell, ltd - 1875
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...upon the floor. Easerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From iny books surrease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the...whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled me...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow...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...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow...— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt...
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The Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

American literature - 1847 - 434 pages
...dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lencre — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each pnrpte curtain...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...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...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...
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National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., Volume 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...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...maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled...
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The North British review

1852 - 620 pages
...each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow...— For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. " And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - American periodicals - 1852 - 610 pages
...each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow...— For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. " And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...tapping at my chamberdoor — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought...silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain. Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating,...
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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - American literature - 1853 - 522 pages
...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...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...
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