 | Donald Hall - American poetry - 1985 - 266 pages
...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,...lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...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,...velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Jay Parini - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 788 pages
...no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more 1 sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the...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, methought,... | |
 | Fredric Lown, Judith W. Steinbergh - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1996 - 194 pages
...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,...grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee —... | |
 | Various - Poetry - 1996 - 496 pages
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 75 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 80 Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath... | |
 | L. W. De Laurence - 1998 - 432 pages
...lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloated o'er She shall press — ah! nevermore! Then methought...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,... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - Reference - 2000 - 662 pages
...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,...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 —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - Poetry - 2000 - 678 pages
...guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; 75 This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease...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, methought,... | |
 | Paul Negri - Poetry - 2002 - 146 pages
...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,...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—... | |
 | Sourcebooks, Inc - Cooking - 2003 - 182 pages
...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,...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 —... | |
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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... 
