 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 頁
...Was dearer to my soul than its soullife. THE RAVElf. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah. distinctly... | |
 | 1845 - 778 頁
...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,... | |
 | 1845 - 732 頁
...while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,...rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember... | |
 | 1847 - 434 頁
...present age in which we live. THE RAVEN. BY EDGAR A. POE. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 頁
...has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Onee upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume...gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' "Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 頁
...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 curious Volume...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 - 1850 - 382 頁
...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,...gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " The next stanza... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 頁
...piece, which is called " The Raven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, and made nearer into the image of God, visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' " Ah, distinctly... | |
 | 1852 - 620 頁
...piece, which is called " The Kaven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.'... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 頁
...ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE RAVEN. J Oxer upon a midnight dreary, M hile I jwnder'd, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. " "J'is some visitor," I mutter'd, " Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah,... | |
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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... 
