 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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...these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | 1845 - 688 pages
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 pages
...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 pages
...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... | |
 | 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...!,' 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,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " sh Couch more magnificent. Thou shall lie down With...feers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...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...these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost... | |
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch... 
