 | Axel W.-O. Schmidt - 2003 - 610 pages
...But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er. She shall press, ah nevermore! (14) Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. „Wretch", I cried, „thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore"!... | |
 | Sourcebooks, Inc - 2003 - 182 pages
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!... | |
 | Milton Meltzer - 2003 - 156 pages
...o'er, But whose violet velvet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air 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... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 pages
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air 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—... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 170 pages
...nevermore! Then, methought, the air 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- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2003 - 448 pages
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air 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—... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2009 - 580 pages
...o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;... | |
 | David Clifford, Laurence Roussillon - 2004 - 299 pages
...focus of the image is stanza 14 of the poem, which runs thus: THE ART OF THE INNER STANDING-POINT 181 Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!... | |
 | Gregory Sarno - 2005 - 417 pages
...Velazquez by the hearth. VELAZQUEZ "Nevermore!" Neil resumes his trek to the head of the table. NEIL Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore.... | |
 | William Elliot Grifffis - 2005 - 353 pages
...life, to leave his cups, his sin, and to have a new mind. Hear him tell the story : ' ' Then melhought the air grew denser — Perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the iufted floor." Strengthened for the moment by those good presences sent from Heaven to inspire him... | |
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch... 
