• 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 visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door:
        Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah,...

  • 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 visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door;
          Only this, and nothing more.”

    Ah,...