 Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly...  The Living Authors of America: 1st ser - Page 130by Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pagesFull view - About this book
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...— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, "TTiough thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art... | |
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