22 dezembro 2006

"Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and
nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind
nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' "


[The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe]

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