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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:...  Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age - Page 410 edited by - 1858 Full view -
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