gjtoth
12-10-2011, 11:41 PM
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
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.'
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208111938-05b9033d.jpg
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208102142-4fb3c3aa.jpg
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208111934-3aec544e.jpg
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
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.'
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208111938-05b9033d.jpg
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208102142-4fb3c3aa.jpg
http://toths.us/Piwigo/upload/2011/12/08/20111208111934-3aec544e.jpg