 | 1845 - 732 页
...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...velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But чгЬхыэА valvot vir»lpt lining with ihp lamplight gloating O'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore... | |
 | 1847 - 434 页
...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...the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1848 - 584 页
...whose fiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ca«c reclining On the cushion's velvet lining That the...gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methmi^lit, the air grew denser,* Perfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls... | |
 | 1851 - 334 页
...no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; Tliis and moro I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore 1 Then, mothought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 页
...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...never more! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!"... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 页
...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...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more! Then, inethought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
 | Gem fancier - 1852 - 256 页
...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...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 页
...engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned into my bosom's core ; This, and more, I sat divining, with my head...the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 页
...fiery eyes now burn 'd into my bosom's core; This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing This, and more, I sat divining, with my head at ease...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch !" I cried, " thy... | |
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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 violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the... 
