Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Day and Night.
To fight the raven you may make alliance with the serpent until the battle is done.robert jordan
The music, and the banquet, and the wine The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments The white arms and the raven hair the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.lord byron
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. BurnsRobert Burns
Tying her bonnet under her chin,She tied her raven ringlets in;But not alone in the silken snareDid she catch her lovely floating hair,For, tying her bonnet under her chin,She tied a young man’s heart within.nora perry
Love's torments made me seek the chase;Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,The raven cried: "Head-off! head off!"Heinrich Heine
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.charlotte brontë
There comes Poe , with his raven, like Barnaby Rudge, Three-fifths of him genius and two-fifths sheer fudge.james russell lowell
When I die let the black rag fly raven falling from the sky.George Woodcock
We saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird's hoarse voice.dorothy wordsworth
Love's torments made me seek the chase; Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace. Down from the tree, with hollow scoff, The raven cried: "Head-off! head off!"Heinrich Heine
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.william shakespeare
He that has no present Christ has a future, dark, chaotic, heaving with its destructive ocean; and over it there goes forever black-pinioned, winging its solitary and hopeless flight, the raven of his anxious thoughts, and finds no place to rest, and comes back again to the desolate ark with its foreboding croak of evil in the present and evil in the future.
It was not for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."edgar allan poe
The raven's house is built with reeds, Sing woe, and alas is me! And the raven's couch is spread with weeds, High on the hollow tree; And the raven himself, telling his beads In penance for his past misdeeds, Upon the top I see.
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!"