 | 1858 - 602 pages
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 | 1845 - 778 pages
...engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my boaom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at...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... | |
 | 1845 - 648 pages
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 | 1845 - 688 pages
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This Г sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore — Meant in croaking " Nevermore." 12. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah ! nevermore ! IS. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 pages
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Never more." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 pages
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned all Are hut the solemn declarations'all Of the great...the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on Ihe sad ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pages
...velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous hird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous...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 foot-falls... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 pages
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore, Meant in croaking, " Nevermore." XIII. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burn 'd into my bosom's core; This, and more, I sat divining,...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on... | |
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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 lamplight gloated o'er, But whose... 
