 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 - Сторінка 154автори: Cassell, ltd - 1875Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 стор.
...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1852 - 620 стор.
...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 стор.
...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 стор.
...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,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 стор.
...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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