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? check all that apply. 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.