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...••'Tis some visitor," I muttcr'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. K igerly I wish'd the morrow : — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow,...

...door; " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,...angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic...