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...
Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic - Pàgina 367
per Beautiful poetry - 1853
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