| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether... | |
| 1845 - 778 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
| 1848 - 780 pages
...an unseen censer Swing by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent tbee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
| Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried," thy God hath lent thee... | |
| Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jētoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! p'q'r's' &O'8'9'k'y& $ $ angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
| American literature - 1847 - 434 pages
...o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
| Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 384 pages
...methought, the ah- grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
| Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 382 pages
...cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, By these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe Prom thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff' this kind...this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.'" "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
| Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 380 pages
...Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. • Wretch,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent... | |
| Ireland - 1855 - 724 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...!,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh,... | |
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