...bosom's core; This and 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...gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled...

...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...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent...

...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...the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swing by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God...

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...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...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...

...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...tufted floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of...

...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...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...

...reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall...tufted floor. ' Wretch !' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories...

...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...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls...