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Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on read more
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays read more
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.
He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.
He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.
That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.
That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.
You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.
You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your
repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your
repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
