 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 oldal
...methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled f the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and...feers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 oldal
...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...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 oldal
...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, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 oldal
...the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falla Tinkled on the tufted floor. « Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee By these angels he hath sent thce Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of I.enore ! QiurT, oh quail' this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 oldal
...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...this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." xv. "Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 oldal
...nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff, oh qnaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore ! '" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."... | |
 | 1853 - 774 oldal
...denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim, whose footfallt tiniled on the tufledjloor. ' Wretch,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, by these...he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe — m J forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more.' " Poe has devoted one poem, without... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 oldal
...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 Kespite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and... | |
 | 1854 - 80 oldal
...by Seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath sent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Respite,...! Quaff, oh, quaff this, kind Nepenthe, and forget the lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore ! " " Prophet ! " said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet... | |
 | 1854 - 380 oldal
...these angels he hath sent thee Bespite— respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff. oh quaff this kind nepenthe, And forget this lost..."Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— Prophet still, if bird or devil 1 Whether tempest sent, or whether Tempest toss'd thee here ashore, Desolate yet all... | |
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Then, methought, the air grew 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 these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from... 
