 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah.... | |
 | 1848 - Страниц: 780
...it. The opening stanza rapidly and clearly arranges time, place, etc. for the mysteries that follow. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, White I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there carue a tapping As of tame one gently rapping,... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 778
...remarkable than it is, psychologic*!!', a wonder." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak ">* weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...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,... | |
 | Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1890 - Страниц: 730
...Government they think best, a Bureaucracy or a Bore-ooracy ? " — Mr. Salfour at Manehater. Оясв apon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a dry and dusty volume of Blue-Bookish lore, — While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 732
...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] h \ 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 688
...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...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... | |
 | 1847 - Страниц: 434
...purest, the highest character, even to the present age in which we live. THE RAVEN. BY EDGAR A. POE. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - Страниц: 380
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak...' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza closes with one of the finest touches... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - Страниц: 384
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' "... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - Страниц: 382
...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curioua Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As... | |
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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... 
