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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... "
A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876 - Seite 260
herausgegeben von - 1878 - 407 Seiten
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The Southern literary messenger

...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...
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The Southern literary messenger

...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,...
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American Whig Review, Band 1

1845
...M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! p'q'r's' &O'8'9'k'y& $ $ angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent...
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The American Whig Review, Band 1

1845
...o'er, 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 floor. " Wretch," I cried," thy God hath lent thee...
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The Literary Emporium, Bände 1-2

1847
...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...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 Seiten
...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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The Irish Quarterly Review, Band 5,Teil 1

1855
...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...!,' 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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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour; and Poems, Band 456

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 479 Seiten
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether...
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National Series of Selections for Reading; Adapted to the Standing ..., Band 4

Richard Green Parker - 1852
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,...
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Tales of Mystery, Imagination, & Humour: And Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 256 Seiten
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls...tufted floor. "Wretch!" I cried, "thy god hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thec Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenorc...
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