| 1858 - 602 pages
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| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by...Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said T, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed... | |
| 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 - 778 pages
...perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he halh sent thee Respite— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind... | |
| 1845 - 648 pages
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| Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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| 1845 - 732 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...— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
| 1845 - 688 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 angels he hath sentthee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe... | |
| 1847 - 434 pages
...tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore!" Quoth the raven " Nevermore." " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil t By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul... | |
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