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 Darke, dolefull, dreary, like a greedy grave, That still for carrion carcases doth crave : On top whereof ay dwelt the ghastly Owle, Shrieking his balefull note, which ever drave Far from that haunt all other chearefull fowle, And all about it wandring...  The Saint Petersburg English Review of Literature, the Arts and Sciences - Página 200 1842 Visualização completa -
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