Read this stanza from "the raven. 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.