 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methonght, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
 | 1845 - 778 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining, with 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 faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! p'q'r's' &O'8'9'k'y& $ $ angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 688 pages
...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 an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried," thy God hath lent thee... | |
 | American literature - 1847 - 434 pages
...o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er. She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent... | |
 | Thomas Powell - American literature - 1850 - 380 pages
...Tell me what thy lordly name is On the Night's Plutonian shore P Quoth the raven, ' 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,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 724 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...Seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch !,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...gloated o'er, 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...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - American periodicals - 1852 - 610 pages
...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...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... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pages
...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...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... | |
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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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er... 
