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Название книги: Ворон (в различных переводах)
Автор(ы): По Эдгар Аллан
Жанр: Проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/voron-_v-razlihnih-perevodah_-54957.html
The Raven (1844-1849)
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 –
'«Tis some visiter», I muttered, «tapping 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 ghost upon the floor.
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 angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the 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 of my heart, I stood repeating
«Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber do
Название книги: Ворон (в различных переводах)
Автор(ы): По Эдгар Аллан
Жанр: Проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/voron-_v-razlihnih-perevodah_-54957.html
The Raven (1844-1849)
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 –
'«Tis some visiter», I muttered, «tapping 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 ghost upon the floor.
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 angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the 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 of my heart, I stood repeating
«Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber do
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