Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch... New National Fifth Reader - Page 456 by Charles Joseph Barnes - 1884 - 480 pages Full view - About this book
...nevermore! Then, me thought, 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;...