 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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose...  A Treasure Chest of Memories - Seite 291von Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 447 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Eliza Richards - 2004 - 264 Seiten
...his poem: 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...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! (CWP)68; 75-78) Not only does Lenore's absence inspire the poet to link "fancy unto fancy," but he... | |
 | Gregory Sarno - 2005 - 417 Seiten
...Velazquez by the hearth. VELAZQUEZ "Nevermore!" Neil resumes his trek to the head of the table. NEIL Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...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.... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 Seiten
...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...gloating o'er, she shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, me thought, the air grew denser. perfumed from an unseen censer swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls... | |
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