 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 pages
...sorrow for the lost 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 curtain TTmlled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating... | |
 | Gregory Sarno - 2005 - 417 pages
...angels name Lenore — Nameless here forevermore. FAVORING NEIL as he launches the next verse. NEIL And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...repeating " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is and nothing more."... | |
 | Nicholas A. Reiter, Lori Schillig - 2005 - 205 pages
...illusion-filled, yet ever hopeful, Bridges to the Apple Isle — The Bridges of Avalon. The Bridge of the Visitors And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple...to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— This it is and nothing, more. " — Edgar... | |
 | Frank Lloyd Wright - 2005 - 604 pages
...visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more" Interval : Slowly walking And the silken, sad, uncertain Rustling of each purple...filled me with fantastic Terrors never felt before . . . Silence Now Pause . . . Footsteps, measured as before Silence. Walking faster . . . All quiet... | |
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December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore:... 
