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... dead . The wind is up : hark how it howls ! Methinks Till now I never heard a sound so dreary . Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and ...
... dead . The wind is up : hark how it howls ! Methinks Till now I never heard a sound so dreary . Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and ...
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... dead . But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men . I looked upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . I looked to heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My ...
... dead . But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men . I looked upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . I looked to heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My ...
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... Dead ; with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes and fears , And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind . My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place ...
... Dead ; with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes and fears , And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind . My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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