 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 564
...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 238
...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,...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...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,...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,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 798
...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 Site shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 220
...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,....violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, XIV. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls... | |
 | 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then,...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 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then,...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... | |
 | 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...This I Bat 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,...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 — respite... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 526
...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 —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...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—... | |
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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... 
