 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, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But...  The Southern literary messenger - Seite 1871845Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1866 - 522 Seiten
...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, with my head at...angels whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'i Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels lie hath sent thee Respite... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1866 - 526 Seiten
...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, with my head at...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 —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 302 Seiten
...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, With my head...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—... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 Seiten
...whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at cage reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 Seiten
...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, with my head at...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah ! nevermore 1 Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint... | |
 | 1866 - 408 Seiten
...engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head ....lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! "Prophet !"saidl, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 Seiten
...engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! "Prophet !"saidl, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 Seiten
...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, with my head...lamp-light 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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 Seiten
...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, with my head...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an. unseen censer Swung by seraphim,... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 Seiten
...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, with my head at...lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press—ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by... | |
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