 | 1858 - 602 pages
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 | 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...respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!"... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pages
...perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he halh sent thee Respite— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind... | |
 | Literature - 1845 - 648 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...! 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... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sentthee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe... | |
 | American literature - 1847 - 434 pages
...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...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
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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... 
