 | 1845 - 778 lehte
...engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my boaom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at...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... | |
 | 1845 - 688 lehte
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 lehte
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned all Are hut the solemn declarations'all Of the great...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on Ihe sad hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 lehte
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 lehte
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim,... | |
 | 1852 - 620 lehte
...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall...cried, ' thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 lehte
...Thin I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl whose tiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining,...velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er, 67ic shall press, ah, never more ! Then, metliought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 lehte
...upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous hird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt,...cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Kespite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 lehte
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking, " Nevermore." XIII. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 lehte
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burn 'd into my bosom's core; This, and more, I sat divining,...Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy God hath... | |
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thy God hath lent thee — by 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 Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore 
