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“Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Se…”

“I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the …”

“But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust”

“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”