For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
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.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as Raven's clawsjim morrison
Caliban: As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With Raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Prospero: For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.william shakespeare
A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men, but a stag's life is four time a crow's, and a Raven's life makes three stags old, while the phoenix outlives nine ravens, but we, the rich-haired Nymphs daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder, outlive ten phoenixes.