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 if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--Only this and nothing more.
Edgar Allan PoeWe allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal
Edgar Allan PoeIf you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
Edgar Allan Poe