 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...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...gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled... | |
 | 1845 - 778 Seiten
...eyes now burned into my boaom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamplight...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 Seiten
...with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamp-light gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating...the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swing by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God... | |
 | 1845 - 688 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 Seiten
...lamplight gloated o'er, But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought,...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 Seiten
...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 o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 Seiten
...Nightly 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 Tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent... | |
 | 1855 - 724 Seiten
...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, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 Seiten
...eyes now turned into my bosom's core ; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining & Z ] d ̶ H3 3 ә | D aw " ~ q 5 'Wretch!' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 Seiten
...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...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable 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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But... 
