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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512870" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath an old oak tree<br>There was of swine a huge company<br>That grunted as they crunched the mast<br>For that was ripe, and fell full fast.<br>Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high:<br>One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.<br>Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly<br>He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy!<br>Blacker was he than blackest jet,<br>Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet<br>He picked up the acorn and buried it straight<br>By the side of a river both deep and great.<br>Where then did the Raven go?<br>He went high and low<br>Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go.<br>Many Autumns, many Springs<br>Traveled he with wandering wings:<br>Many summers, many Winters<br>I can't tell half his adventures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length he came back, and with him a She<br>And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.<br>They built them a nest in the topmost bough,<br>And young ones they had, and were happy enow.<br>But soon came a Woodman in leathern guise,<br>His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.<br>He'd an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,<br>But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,<br>At length he brought down the poor Raven's own oak.<br>His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,<br>And their mother did die of a broken heart.<br>The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever;<br>And they floated it down on the course of the river.<br>They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,<br>And with this tree and others they made a good ship.<br>The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land<br>Such a storm there did rise as no ship would withstand.<br>It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush'd in fast;<br>Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to the blast.<br>He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls--<br>See! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,<br>And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,<br>And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:<br>They had taken his all; and Revenge it was sweet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast
For that was ripe, and fell full fast.
Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high:
One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.
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