 | Geoff Reilly, Wendy Wren - 2002 - 164 页
...dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, White I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visiter,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 页
...dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “T is some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more.” Ah,... | |
 | Roman Jakobson - 2002 - 258 页
...risalto ahia diffenenza fra la classe morfologica e it nifenimento sintattico. Cosi nei versi di Poe: While I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping, / As of someone gently napping, 41 he tre parole in nima, morfohogicamente uguali, sono tutte sintatticamentc... | |
 | Sourcebooks, Inc - 2003 - 182 页
...graves.) The Raven nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe hear nee upon a midnight dreary, while I [pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it... | |
 | Eugene Koonin, Michael Y. Galperin - 2002 - 496 页
...alignment (the alignable regions are shown in bold): I “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 visitor,' I muttered, tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more.” Iv “Presently my soul grew stronger;... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 页
...forever And laugh —but smile no more. The Raven 1838 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 visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember... | |
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upon a midnight dreary, While I ponder'd, 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 visitor,"... 
