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Chapter 77 77

Form'd a sepulchral mélodrame. Of all

The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show,

Who cared about the corpse? The funeral

Made the attraction, and the black the woe,

There throbb'd not there a thought which pierced the pall;

And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low,

It seem'd the mockery of hell to fold

The rottenness of e

            
            

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