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...; 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...silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrill'd me — fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating...

...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...for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling • i" each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So...

...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— Nameless here for evermore. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepp'da stately Eaven...

...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— Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrill'd me—fill'd me...

...: 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 — Nameless here forevermore. 3. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled...

...morrow: vainly I had tried to borrow, From my books, surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name...still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance...

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...seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow...me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt be fore ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating...