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... Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch - Page 64 1854 Full view -
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