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Besides, there, nightly, with terrific glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.

John Keats, Lamia (p. II)

На шестой стопе последней строчки сидит Э. А. По и пишет "Ворона".