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...door. ' ' Tis some visitor,' I mutter'd, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wish'd the morrow ; — vainly had I sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for...

...; " 'Tis some visitor," I mutter'd, "tapping at my chamber-door, — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,...separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Kagerly I wish'd the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, —...

...chamber-door, — Only this, and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak Deeember, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly 1 wish'd the morrow ; — vainiy I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow,— sorrow...

...tapping at my chamber door ; Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the black December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic...

...chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the Weak Decembei And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon...— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain...

...'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber weary, door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow Prom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare aud radiant maiden whom...