 Then, methought, the air 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— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy...  Macleod's First text-book of elocution - 第79页作者：Alfred Macleod - 1877全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 页
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " `0 !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,' said I, ' thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or... | |
 | 1852 - 620 页
...But whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Nevermore !' " ' Prophet,' said I, ' thing of evil, prophet still, if bird or... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 页
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil !— prophet still, if bird... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 页
...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee, Eespite — respite and nepenthe* from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 页
...metliought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falla Tinkled on the tufted floor. « Wretch," I cried,...thy God hath lent thee By these angels he hath sent thce Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of I.enore ! QiurT, oh quail' this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 308 页
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls...tufted floor. "Wretch!" I cried, "thy god hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thec Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenorc... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 页
...whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." xv. "Prophet!" said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 页
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Kespite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 页
...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted...— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Qnaff, oh qnaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore ! '" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."... | |
 | 1853 - 774 页
...denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim, whose footfallt tiniled on the tufledjloor. ' Wretch,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee, by these...he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe — m J forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the Raven, ' Never more.' " Poe has devoted one poem, without... | |
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