 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by...Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed... | |
 | 1848 - 780 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...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 — by...— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
 | 1845 - 688 oldal
...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 — by these angels he hath sentthee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe... | |
 | 1847 - 434 oldal
...tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...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 - 1850 - 380 oldal
...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, By these...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 724 oldal
...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 ! Whether... | |
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Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore. Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted... 
