The pale Lethean wine within thy chalices!
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nd evil whispers in the gloom, or the swift whirrOf terrible wings—I, least of all thy votaries,With a faint hope to see the scented darkness stir, 40 And, parting, frame within its quiet mysteriesOne face, with lips than autumn-lilies tenderer,And voice more sweet than the far plaint of violsis,
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