 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...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...respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!"... | |
 | 1848 - 780 стор.
...an unseen censer Swing by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent tbee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe,... | |
 | 1845 - 778 стор.
...perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted flour. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he halh sent thee Respite— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...— respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet... | |
 | 1845 - 688 стор.
...! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch,"...thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sentthee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe... | |
 | 1847 - 434 стор.
...whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent ihee — 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." " Prophet... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 380 стор.
..." Then, methought, the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls Tinkled on the tufted floor. • Wretch,'...he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe k From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 стор.
...from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls From thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe And forget this lost Lenore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore."' "'Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend !' I shrieked, upstarting — Get thee back into... | |
 | 1855 - 724 стор.
...violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Ske shall press, sh, never more I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...!,' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee— by these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1852 - 298 стор.
...violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer...and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh, quaff, this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the Eaven, " Never more ! " "Prophet!"... | |
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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... 
