 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...  The Southern literary messenger - Page 1871845Full view - About this book
 | Gems - English poetry - 1866 - 168 pages
...engaged in 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...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 200 pages
...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...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 !... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 pages
...nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Eaven : " Nevermore !" Then methought the air 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—by... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Elocution - 1867 - 758 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - Readers - 1862 - 610 pages
...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...lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press—ah ! nevermore! XIV Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - Readers - 1868 - 636 pages
...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...angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. " Wretch," I cried, " thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Kespite —... | |
 | Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - Elocution - 1808 - 596 pages
...engaged in 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...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—... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 pages
...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...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... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 pages
...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...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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