...whose velvet violet 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. THE RAVEN. 139 " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite...

...But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press — ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore...

...But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er Slie shall press, ah, never more ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. " Wretch ! " I cried, " thy god hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore...

...melodious, and they harmonise with the ideas which they represent. Thus, in the lines from " The Raven," — "Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor: " we feel the harmony between the gently swinging censer, with its rolling clouds of incense, and the...

...But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted He hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, ' thy...

...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 seraphim whose faint footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these...

...o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from...tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore...

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...whose velvet violet lining, with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from...whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," 1 cried, "thy God hath lent thee,— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite, — respite and nepenthe...

...o'er, She shall press — ah, nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseeu censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled...tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore...