 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...  The Popular Elocutionist and Reciter - Pagina 430de Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1894 - 564 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | 1845 - 732 pagini
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
 | 1847 - 434 pagini
...whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent ihee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite...nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! —... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 pagini
..." Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. • Wretch,'...he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe k From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth... | |
 | 1855 - 724 pagini
...footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! ' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more ! ' ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thine; of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pagini
...o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pagini
...o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen DN 9 ) B / ~ N I| : CG ^ D Σ:&s FzЉ... ktVĖ 8 c܊ v |Ia(ci l YSkyb q g NAZ9) ~Y jG > Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,' said I, ' thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pagini
...o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,' said I, ' thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pagini
...o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pagini
...She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." xv. "Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil !... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pagini
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff, oh qnaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore ! '" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."... | |
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