 | 1858 - 602 psl.
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...upon the floor. Easerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From iny books surrease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the...whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for ever more. And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — tilled me... | |
 | 1845 - 648 psl.
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 psl.
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 | 1845 - 688 psl.
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1845 - 732 psl.
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1847 - 434 psl.
...at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and... | |
 | 1850 - 762 psl.
...stanza of the Raven, &c. " Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my hooks surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angeU name Lenore." The same repetition makes " Ululume" nearly twice as long as it would be without... | |
 | 1850 - 766 psl.
...outspread," &c., is one of Poe's obvious peculiarities. It occurs in every stanza of the Raven, &c. " 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 angele name Lenore."... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 psl.
...at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more." Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its...silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating... | |
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Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak 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... 
