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" 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
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The Model Speaker: Consisting of Exercises in Prose and Poetry : for the Use ...

Philip Lawrence - 1871 - 410 页
...o'er, She shall press — ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseeu censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled...quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the raven, " Nevermore ! " " Prophet ! " said I, " thing of evil ! — prophet still, if...
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The Columbia Anthology of American Poetry

Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 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...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;...
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe - 1995 - 60 页
...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; Quaff, oh...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." dirges-burial songs ominous-spooky divining-com/ng to a conclusion denser-thicker...
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Reading and Writing Poetry with Teenagers

Fredric Lown, Judith W. Steinbergh - 1996 - 194 页
...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight 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 devil!...
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Nineteenth-Century American Poetry

Various - 1996 - 496 页
...shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 85 "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!...
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Tap, Tap

David Lozell Martin, David Martin - 1996 - 362 页
...just stepping to his bedroom window when he smells something awful, rotting fish. Then, me thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor . . . And turns to see, standing there in the doorway leading to the hall, a slightly built man wearing...
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The Geography of the Imagination: Forty Essays

Guy Davenport - 1997 - 404 页
...the arabesque. In "The Raven" we have a dominant grotesque key, with a vision of an arabesque Eden, "perfumed from an unseen censer / Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor," and a grotesque raven sits on a classical bust of Pallas Athene. That raven was the device on the flag...
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The American Reader: Words That Moved a Nation

Diane Ravitch - 2000 - 662 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...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil...
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Complete Poems

Edgar Allan Poe - 2000 - 678 页
...shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." 85 "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!...
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Doctor Leeds' Selection of Popular Epic Recitations for Minstrel and Stage Use

Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 页
...nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch,"...quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!...
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