 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 oldal
...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; Quaff, oh...the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1995 - 60 oldal
...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; Quaff, oh...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." dirges-burial songs ominous-spooky divining-com/ng to a conclusion denser-thicker censer-incense burner... | |
 | Julian Wiles - 1995 - 98 oldal
...Perched, and sat, and nothing more... "Tell me what thy Lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us— by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
 | Fredric Lown, Judith W. Steinbergh - 1996 - 194 oldal
...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..."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... | |
 | Various - 1996 - 496 oldal
...methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 85 "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent or whether... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 oldal
...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..."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... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - 2000 - 662 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..."Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 oldal
...methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." 85 "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 oldal
...Odyssey, iv; he used it in internal rhyme in The Raven: "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven: "Nevermore." gue: bend, curve; thus a rise or a hollow. This root came into English via compounds. (1) gueb: bend,... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 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...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or... | |
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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... 
