That raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
Bodes me no good.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
Whence thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
That raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
Bodes me no good.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
Whence thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consumed the midnight oil?