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" Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some... "
A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876 - 256 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Southern literary messenger, 14±Ç

1848 - 780 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...Over 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,...
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The Southern literary messenger, 11±Ç

1845 - 778 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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,...
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Punch, 98-99±Ç

Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1890 - 730 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Government they think best, a Bureaucracy or a Bore-ooracy ? " — Mr. Salfour at Manehater. ¬°¬ñ¬ã¬Ó 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...
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The American Whig Review, 1±Ç

1845 - 732 ÆäÀÌÁö
...could wish the capacities of our noble languge, in prosody, were better understood. — ED. AM. REV.] h \ 1 nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at...
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The American Whig Review, 1±Ç

1845 - 688 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...
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The Literary Emporium, 1-2±Ç

1847 - 434 ÆäÀÌÁö
...purest, the highest character, even to the present age in which we live. THE RAVEN. BY EDGAR A. POE. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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. ' "Pis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamher door — Only this, and nothing more.' "...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 and weary, Over many a quaint and curioua Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As...
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National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing of ..., 4±Ç

Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 ÆäÀÌÁö
...to Hope ! — " to old England and young America ! " LESSON CLXXIV. The Raven. — EDGAE A. POE 1. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'T is some visiter," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." 2....
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The North British review

1852 - 620 ÆäÀÌÁö
...thank us for adorning our pages with this piece, which is called " The Kaven," in its integrity. " Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — 1 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.'...
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