 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
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 Seiten
...no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more 1 sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the...lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought,... | |
 | Fredric Lown, Judith W. Steinbergh - 1996 - 194 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 footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee —... | |
 | Various - 1996 - 496 Seiten
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 75 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath... | |
 | L. W. De Laurence - 1998 - 432 Seiten
...lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloated o'er She shall press — ah! nevermore! Then methought...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,... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - 2000 - 662 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 - 2000 - 678 Seiten
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 75 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought,... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 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 - 2003 - 170 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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite... | |
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