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" 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 for the lost Lenore, For... "
Swinton's Fifth Reader and Speaker - ˹éÒ 414
â´Â William Swinton - 1883 - 479 ˹éÒ
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ˹éÒ
...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...maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled...
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The Southern literary messenger, àÅèÁ·Õè 11

1845 - 778 ˹éÒ
...rare and radiant maiden whom the angers name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And !he »ilken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled...with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that DOW, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeatin! " Ti> wo* visiter entreat i ng entrance at...
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The Southern literary messenger, àÅèÁ·Õè 14

1848 - 780 ˹éÒ
...A death was never more poetically told than in the italicised words. The " tapping" is renewed — "And the silken, sad, uncertain, rustling of each...Thrilled me, filled me, with fantastic terrors never fell before, So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating ' "l'ii some visiler...
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The American Whig Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

1845 - 688 ˹éÒ
...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...maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me...
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The American Whig Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

1845 - 732 ˹éÒ
...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...maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me...
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The Literary Emporium, àÅèÁ·Õè 1-2

1847 - 434 ˹éÒ
...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...
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The American Whig Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 5;àÅèÁ·Õè 11

1850 - 766 ˹éÒ
...outspread," &c., is one of Poe's obvious peculiarities. It occurs in every stanza of the Raven, &c. " Eagerly I wished the morrow ;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angele name Lenore."...
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The American Whig Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 5;àÅèÁ·Õè 11

1850 - 762 ˹éÒ
...outspread," &a, is one of Poe 's obvious peculiarities. It occurs in every stanza of the Raven, &c. " Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my hooks surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the...
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National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 ˹éÒ
...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...the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 ˹éÒ
...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...maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me...
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