| He was not, that's a fact — unless, perhaps |
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| 'Inn of Strange Meetings!' As my thirsty steed |
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| Windily veer the vanes on many a turret |
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| Strange: I sit here, and write my painful prose |
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| Wooing! Ah me, amid the pleasant woods |
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| Lofty and sombre and oak-wainscoated |
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| Exquisite clear the sunset time. I witness |
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| A Mighty Pyrenean wolf-hound lies |
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| Not with this joyous time must I delay |
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| Ere I had time to wonder, lo! there enter |
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