 ... 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 260herausgegeben von - 1878 - 407 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 Seiten
...metliought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falla Tinkled on the tufted floor. « Wretch," I cried,...thy God hath lent thee By these angels he hath sent thce Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of I.enore ! QiurT, oh quail' this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 Seiten
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Kespite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 Seiten
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff, oh qnaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore ! '" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."... | |
 | 1853 - 774 Seiten
...says, in a poem of kindred beauty and power, " The Last Word* of Al-Hassan" : — " Then, mcthought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim, whose footfallt tiniled on the tufledjloor. ' Wretch,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, by these angels... | |
 | 1854 - 80 Seiten
...But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath sent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Respite, respite and Nepenthe, from thy memories of... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 Seiten
...on the tufted fJoor. „Wretcli," I cried, „thyGod hathlent theo By these angels he hath sent Ihee Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories...of Lenore! QuafF, oh quafF this kind nepenthe, And fbrget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven „Nevermore." „Prophet!" said I, „thing of evil! -—... | |
 | 1854 - 380 Seiten
...methought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer. Swung by angels whose faint foot-lulls Tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thec Bv these angels he hath sent thee Bespite— respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 Seiten
...! Thrn. methought, the air grew denser, Prrfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...God hath lent thee By these angels he hath sent thee I{rspiU> — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of Lenore ! QuatF, oh quart* this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 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...by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted "Wretch!" I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 Seiten
...with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air prow denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim,...tinkled on the tufted floor. * Wretch :; I cried, * thy Uod hath lent thee— by these aiiEeb he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories... | |
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