 | 1882 - 760 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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,... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...! 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 — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore."... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 424 pages
...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... | |
 | American literature - 1847 - 434 pages
...o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore I 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1850 - 598 pages
...! 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 - American literature - 1850 - 386 pages
...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 - American literature - 1850 - 380 pages
...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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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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er... 
