| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled... | |
| 1845 - 778 pages
...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...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
...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 pages
...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...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 - 380 pages
...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...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 - 382 pages
...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 pages
...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...Seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pages
...divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamplight gloated o'er, 852.J [Oct., be rea 'Wretch!' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
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