 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...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...gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled... | |
 | 1845 - 778 strani
...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 ease...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—... | |
 | 1848 - 780 strani
...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...cushion's velvet lining, that the lamp-light gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore !... | |
 | 1845 - 732 strani
...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...velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore... | |
 | 1847 - 434 strani
...guessing, bat 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...cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 strani
...name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the ah- grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth... | |
 | 1855 - 724 strani
...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 lamp light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 strani
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned into my bosom's core ; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch!' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 strani
...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...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 - 308 strani
...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...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim,... | |
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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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But... 
