Head this stanza
The Haven."
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."
How does the imagery in this stanza appeal to the
reader's senses? Select four responses.
The feel of the dense air appeals to the sense of
touch.
The aroma of perfume appeals to the sense of smell.
The memory of past shared meals appeals to the
sense of taste.
The sound of footsteps on the carpet appeals to the
sense of sound.
The surprising voice of the bird appeals to the sense
of sound.
The description of the bird's appearance appeals to
the sense of sight.