![]() " 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. ![]() So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating. Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before: " 'T is some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-Īh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December Īnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Įagerly I wished the morrow - vainly I had sought to borrowįrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore-įor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Īnd the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,Īs of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. ![]() ![]() Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary ![]()
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