 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...  The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Page 42by Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 191 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 pages
...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 from...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 - Readers - 1866 - 204 pages
...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...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 pages
...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...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 pages
...Hut whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er Site shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1866 - 522 pages
...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... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - Readers (Secondary) - 1866 - 568 pages
...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... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - Readers - 1862 - 610 pages
...But, 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!... | |
 | Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - Elocution - 1808 - 596 pages
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the mven, " Nevermore !" "Prophet!"... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1868 - 522 pages
...from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor,"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore l Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." *'... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - Readers - 1868 - 636 pages
...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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
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