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" And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,... "
Little Classics: Poems, narrative - Page 146
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 11

1845 - 778 pages
...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, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pages
...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, Volume 1

1845 - 688 pages
...Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...still the beating of my heart, I. stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1

1845 - 732 pages
...radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance...
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The Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

1847 - 434 pages
...angels name Lencre — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each pnrpte curtain Thrilled, me — filled me with fantastic...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance...
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Literary Emporium, Volumes 1-2

1845 - 424 pages
...here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating " "Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visiter entreating entrance...
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Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 5; Volume 26

1858 - 518 pages
...and swelleth out, around her motionless pale brow." And on turning to "The Raven " you will find : "The silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before." 'Now, oh ! carping friend, it is quite probable neither the author of Childe Harold or the author of...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1850 - 598 pages
...for evermore. And the silken, gad, uncertain Rustling of each purple curtain Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic Terrors never felt before ; So that...to still the beating Of my heart, I stood repeating « 'Tis some visitcr entreating « Entrance at my chamlxr door — Some late visitcr entreating Entrance...
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The String of Diamonds: Gathered from Many Mines

Gem fancier - 1852 - 256 pages
...— sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...repeating " 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door ; This it is and nothing...
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The North British review

1852 - 620 pages
...— For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels call Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. " And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, ' 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at...
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