 | 1882 - 760 หน้า
...bust, spoke only That one word , as if his soul in that one word he did outpour ." Oder die anderen: „Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphims whose foot -falls tinkled on the tufted floor ." * Und namentlich die letzte Strophe, die... | |
 | 1845 - 778 หน้า
...But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight 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 flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | 1848 - 780 หน้า
...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 - 688 หน้า
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an tmseen 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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 หน้า
...M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, 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... | |
 | 1847 - 434 หน้า
...with my head at ease reclining On .the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating...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... | |
 | 1845 - 424 หน้า
...I Then, methonght, 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 thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1850 - 598 หน้า
...! Then, mcthonght, the air grew denser, Pcrlum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thcc By these angels he hath sent then Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 386 หน้า
...shore—- Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven,' Nevermore.'" " Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 หน้า
...shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven,' 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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... expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core : This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight... 
