 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 Seiten
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! 14. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Kespite — respite and nepenthe ' from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 Seiten
...nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Eaven : " Nevermore !" Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed...tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath lent thee—by these angels He hath sent thee Eespite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 Seiten
...gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press—ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed...tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 Seiten
...gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed...Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 Seiten
...gloated o'er, Hut whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er Site shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser,...censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled oil the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee... | |
 | 1866 - 522 Seiten
...gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'i Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | E. C. Mitchell - 1866 - 26 Seiten
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 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 Seiten
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah ! nevermore 1 Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1867 - 758 Seiten
...violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! 14. Then, mcthought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...forget this lost Lenore! Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 15. "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1862 - 610 Seiten
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press—ah ! nevermore! XIV Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe* from thy memorics of Lenoro!... | |
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy... 
