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...lifted — nevermore ! THE CONQUEROR WORM. lin ! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewing'd, bedight In veils, and drown'd...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama !— oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased...

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...continued the subject, but Mr. Harley excused himself, and went to his laboratory. CHAPTEE VIII. " Mimes in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...formless things That shift the scenery to and fro." EDGAB POE. SIR HARRY resumed his Morning Herald. He had read all the leaders, and was entering on the...

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...EDGAR A. POE. Lo ! 'tis a gala night AVithin the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drown'd in tears, Sit in a theatre,...scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe! That motley drama—oh, be sure By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle...

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