 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...  The Living Authors of America: 1st ser - 第128页作者：Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
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...light of the love of my Annie— with the thought of the light of the eyes of my Annie. The Raven 1 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...at my chamber door— only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost... | |
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