 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...  The Irish Quarterly Review - Сторінка 5741855Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose 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 Swung by seraphim whose... | |
 | 1848 - 780 стор.
...with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamp-light gloated o'er, Bat whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! "Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swing by angels,... | |
 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...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 velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This s with "household words, arxi yet not have this unacquirable and incommunicable knowledge ; he lamplight gloated o'er, But M-tvo"o volvot vinlpf lining with iho bHtlpligllt jçtoatillg О'бГ,... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...with my head at ease reclining On .the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated 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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 стор.
...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 velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall... | |
 | 1852 - 620 стор.
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now turned 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 whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 стор.
...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 whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 стор.
...more, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining, that the lamplight 5 nevermore ! " Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 стор.
...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, 67ic shall press, ah, never more ! Then, metliought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer,... | |
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