1845, Edgar Allan Poe, ""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
(obsolete) apprehension; judgementNothing more clear unto their seeming. — Hooker.His persuasive words, impregned With reason, to her seeming. — Milton.