 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 páginas
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! "Prophet !"saidl, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends... | |
 | 1866 - 408 páginas
...in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head . at ease...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! "Prophet !"saidl, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 páginas
...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...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! 14. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 páginas
...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...lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah ! nevermore 1 Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 páginas
...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...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,... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 páginas
...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, with my head at ease...lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press—ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by... | |
 | Gems - 1866 - 168 páginas
...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, with my head at ease...violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, S/tc shall press, ah, never more ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 páginas
...whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at cage reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the...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 tinkled... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 páginas
...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...cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, Hut whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er Site shall press, ah, nevermore !... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1867 - 758 páginas
...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...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! 14. Then, mcthought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim, whose... | |
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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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But... 
