The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
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Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief.

That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.

That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
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Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.