 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 - Page 128by Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1857 - 540 pages
...! MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE RAVEN. X ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and wearyf Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Readers - 1857 - 456 pages
...died in 1849. 1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd weak and weary, Over many a tquaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded,...rapping at my chamber door, '"Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more." 2. Ah! distinctly I remember, it... | |
 | Goold Brown - English language - 1857 - 348 pages
...trochaics often occur in the same poem. Measure 1st.—Trochaic of Eight Feet, or Octometer. " Once upj-on a | midnight | dreary, | while I | pondered, | weak...Over | many a | quaint and | curious | volume | of forj -gotten | lore, While I | nodded, | nearly | napping, | suddenly there | came a | tapping, As... | |
 | George Payn Quackenbos - English language - 1857 - 470 pages
...we hope to enjoy rest neverending rest rest in which are concentrated all conceivable pleasures — Suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door — Lochiel Lochiel beware of the day UNDER RULE XVI. We must respect ourselves to have others respect... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...Distrusted all her powers, May welcome to her holier houiu The well beloved of ours. POE. THE RAVEN. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak...visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Ui, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - American poetry - 1858 - 332 pages
...collection of his works in four volumes issued in New York. June, 1857. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. rilE EATEN. ONCE' upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...tapping. As of some one gently rapping, rapping at rnj chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1858 - 752 pages
...bright eyes In the sepulehre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. THE RAVEN. Onoe npon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,...forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, snddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door ; " 'Tis some... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - American poetry - 1858 - 388 pages
...the collection of his works in four volumes issued in New York. June, 1857. £ 0ft THE RAVEN. sn Onci upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and...quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While [ nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, sonic one gentry rapping, rapping at ray chamber... | |
 | Lucius Osgood - Elocution - 1858 - 494 pages
...criticisms are quite numerous. 1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary, OveT many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While...nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, Lb of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. ;< 'Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, "rapping... | |
 | American literature - 1859 - 528 pages
...land; Let piping swaine, and craven wight, And hero-like to die I MISCELLANEOUS POEMS THE RAVEN, Oxce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak... | |
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