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...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, whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. ' Wretch.' 1 cried, ' thy God...

...gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser,...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...

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...name is On the Night's Plutonian shore !' Quoth the raven, ' Nevermore.' " " Then, methought, the ah- grew denser, Perfumed 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...

...more I 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 these ansels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff, oh,...

...metliought, the air grew denser, Perfum'd from an unseen censer, Swung by angels whose faint foot-falla Tinkled on the tufted floor. « Wretch," I cried,...thy God hath lent thee By these angels he hath sent thce Respite — respite and nepenthe From thy memories of I.enore ! QiurT, oh quail' this kind nepenthe,...

...gloated o'er, 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 foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch!' I cried, ' thy God hath lent thee...

...gloated o'er, But whose velvet viokt lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore ! " 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...