 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 pages
...shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose 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;... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 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... | |
 | Philip Smith - 2013 - 160 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe - 2002 - 304 pages
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 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 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...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;... | |
 | 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"!... | |
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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... 
