The Simpsons

S2E3: Treehouse of Horror

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Hmm. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by some unseen censer, Doh ! Stupid censer. swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. Wretch, thy god has lent thee, I cried. by these angels he hath sent thee, respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore !