| Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - 1808 - 596 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burn'd into my bosom's core. This and more I sat divining,...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—... | |
| M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...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,... | |
| Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...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... | |
| Floyd Baker Wilson - 1869 - 208 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. THE RAVEN. 139 " Wretch," I cried, " thy God... | |
| Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee... | |
| Charles A. Wiley - 1869 - 456 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core : This and more I sat divining,...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! 14. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
| Josiah Rhinehart Sypher - 1870 - 396 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
| Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 424 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burn'd into my bosom's core — This and more I sat divining,...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... | |
| Alexander Kennedy Isbister - 1870 - 420 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining,...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted He hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from... | |
| Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 Seiten
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining,...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er Slie shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer... | |
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