He hears a noise at the window. Here is the beginning of the poem: 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.

VOA: special.2010.10.31

Some high-volume hospitals did as many as 120 transplants a year;

VOA: standard.2010.07.14

Hershkowitz says,ideally, the Gulf cleanup's oily trash should be disposed of in an energy-producing furnace, but there are currently no facilities large enough to handle the volume of waste being generated by the cleanup efforts.

VOA: standard.2010.08.05