...think that Evermore was printed in one of those old volumes Poe mentions in The Raven's opening stanza: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. It would be only a waste of time and energy to speculate upon the question where Poe got the idea of...

...it. The opening stanza rapidly and clearly arranges time, place, etc. for the mysteries that follow. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, White I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there carue a tapping As of tame one gently rapping, rapping...

...remarkable than it is, psychologic*!!', a wonder." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak ">* weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came i tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tia some visiter," I muttered,...

...kind of Government they think best, a Bureaucracy or a Bore-ocracy ?" — Mr. Balfour at Manchester. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a dry and dusty volume of Blue- Bookish lore, — While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came...

...Government they think best, a Bureaucracy or a Bore-ooracy ? " — Mr. Salfour at Manehater. Оясв apon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a dry and dusty volume of Blue-Bookish lore, — While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a...

...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rappmg, rapping at my...

...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at...

...purest, the highest character, even to the present age in which we live. THE RAVEN. BY EDGAR i. POE. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' "Pis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah,...

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...stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed, but the words are of course unaltered. " Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak...some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.' "...