Answer:
E and F
E: Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer /Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
F: And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting/ On the pallid
bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;