 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 lehte
...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser. perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1876 - 622 lehte
...grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking — " Nevermore !" XIII. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore! XIV. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
 | Alfred Macleod - 1877 - 238 lehte
...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous...Seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels He hath sent thee — Respite— respite... | |
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1878 - 510 lehte
...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls... | |
 | American poems - 1878 - 536 lehte
...betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grirn, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls... | |
 | John Andrew Jennings - 1878 - 488 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,... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - 1878 - 328 lehte
...13. Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! 14. " Prophet !" said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that... | |
 | William James Linton - 1878 - 470 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,...the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press — ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser,' Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 lehte
...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls... | |
 | Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore - 1879 - 376 lehte
...Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! ' Prophet ! ' said I, ' thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! ]!y that heaven that... | |
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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable 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... 
