Thou not Keats' Nightingale, Nor art Shelley's Skylark, Poor Raven thou With a black Thou not Keats' Nightingale, Nor art Shelley's Skylark, Poor Raven thou With ...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious vol... Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a qu...

WHEN THE END COMES... WHEN THE END COMES...

All of you who go on early morning walks will relate to this, when even the solitude seems to speaks... All of you who go on early morning walks will relate to this, when even the soli...