...up-and-up or pegging me for a sucker." Now you 're speaking my language! CHAPTER 14 Quibble Me This Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak.../Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — —Edgar Allan Poe, "The Raven," 1845 "IT IS HEREBY proposed that the Quinidicott Business...

...the most instantly recognizable verses in American literature: Once upon a midnight dreary, while 1 pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious...rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more." The poem, one of Poe's most well-known...

...in your estimation, and who is a "skillful poet"? Which, if any, of the following do you appreciate? Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ""Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my...

...posed in his dying moments? Or was he slipping into insanity? Here are the first and last stanzas: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently raffing, raffing at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor, 'I muttered, "faffing at my...

...of a long-lost love. He began to read the first stanza of the poem to the entire staff of Graham's. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping...

...with but one inning left to play. 8. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old Time is still a-flying. 9. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — 10. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near 11. They also serve...

...knocked again. The knock was followed by a long silence and then the muffled sound of a man's voice. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak...rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." Kate smiled and cleared her...

...while I pondered, weak and weary O'er the budget and its problems, abstruse, arcane and yet a bore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came...tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my office door. "'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my office door — Only this and nothing...