Their first fall was wondrous, New nights spelt its metre slow, Till calming rivers glazed it low, At hearst come…
Flight of the Raven
With what choice am I in vain not to choose, For that road in wait here guides me follow, At…
Their first fall was wondrous, New nights spelt its metre slow, Till calming rivers glazed it low, At hearst come…
With what choice am I in vain not to choose, For that road in wait here guides me follow, At…
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