Advice to a Raven in Russia by Joel Barlow

Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies, Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries, Should warn you hence, where milder suns invite, And day alternates with his mother night. You fear perhaps your food will fail you there, Your human carnage, that delicious fare That lured you hither, following still your friend … Continue reading Advice to a Raven in Russia by Joel Barlow

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