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... The Irish Quarterly Review - Page 5741855Full view - About this book
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| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...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, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose... | |
| 1848 - 780 pages
...with my head at ease reclining On the 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 ! "Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swing by angels,... | |
| 1845 - 648 pages
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| 1845 - 688 pages
...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 velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall... | |
| 1845 - 732 pages
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This s with "household words, arxi yet not have this unacquirable and incommunicable knowledge ; he lamplight gloated o'er, But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ,... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe - 1884 - 44 pages
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| 1847 - 434 pages
...with my head at ease reclining On .the 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, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...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 velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall... | |
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