then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

而后在我眼中烟雾缭绕，无形香炉散播香雾

swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

轻晃香炉的大天使的脚步轻响过植绒地板

“wretch,” i cried, “thy god hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

“不幸的人，”我嚷道，“这可是你的神灵给予你的—看在这为你而来的天使的份上”

respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of lenore;

“停下，停下，再遗忘，遗忘你记忆中的丽诺尔，”

quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost lenore!”

痛饮吧，痛饮！饮下这忘忧药并遗忘那逝去的丽诺尔！”

h the raven “nevermore.”

渡鸦说：永不复焉。

“prophet!” said i, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

“先知！”我说，“邪恶之物，仍是先知不管是鸟是魔”

by that heaven that bends above us—by that god we both adore—