 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...  Little Masterpieces of English Poetry - Side 310redigert av - 1905Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether... | |
 | 1848 - 780 sider
...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...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the rsven, ' Nevermore.' " ' Prophet !' said I, ' thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil !... | |
 | 1845 - 778 sider
...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...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore '" Quote the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sider
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen 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 - 688 sider
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...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 sider
...whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent ihee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite...this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 sider
..." Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. • Wretch,'...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 - 384 sider
...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 - 382 sider
...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 sider
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...!,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh,... | |
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