 | 1858 - 602 pages
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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.... | |
 | Literature - 1845 - 648 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...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... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 380 pages
...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...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing more.' "... | |
 | Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 384 pages
...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 - American literature - 1850 - 382 pages
...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,...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' "... | |
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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 some... 
