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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 thy memories of lenore!
quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost lenore! "
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

a. evil
b. l ove
c. grief
c. hope
d. enmity