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nd they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370These lovers fled away into the storm.That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,And all his warrior-guests, with shade and formOf witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm,Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the oldDied palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform;The Beadsman, after thousand aves told,For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
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