Fragment: Omens
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
In the library
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