Chapter 32 No.32

And travellers now within that valley,

Through the red-litten windows see

Vast forms, that move fantastically

To a discordant melody,

While, like a ghastly rapid river,

Through the pale door

A hideous throng rush out for ever

And laugh-but smile no more.

E. A. Poe.

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THE BARD

PINDARIC ODE

'Ruin seize thee, ru