| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 92dd82b | That Raven on yon left-hand oakBodes me no good. | Ravens | ||
| 0d8cd26 | The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. | Ravens | ||
| d04d359 | The raven himself is hoarseUnder my battlements. | Ravens | ||
| 2bbc101 | O, it comes o'er my memory,Boding to all. | Ravens | ||
| b0bc919 | Did ever raven sing so like a lark,That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? | Ravens |