 Then, methought, the air 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— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy...  Fifth Reading Book - Trang 192bởi William T. Vlymen - 1904 - 512 trangXem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 trang
...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...respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!"... | |
 | 1845 - 732 trang
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
 | 1845 - 688 trang
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sentthee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 trang
..." Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. • Wretch,'...he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe k From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth... | |
 | 1855 - 724 trang
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...!,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 trang
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!"... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 trang
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,'... | |
 | 1852 - 620 trang
...But whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,'... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 trang
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 trang
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls...tufted floor. "Wretch!" I cried, "thy god hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thec Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenorc... | |
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