The eve of StAgnes . XXIX. Then by the bed-side, where the faded moonMade a dim siher twihght, soft he setA table, and, half anguishd, threw thereonA cloth of woven crimson, gold and jet, —Oh, for some drowsy RIorphean amulet!The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion,The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionetAffray his ears, though but in dying tone. —The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone. XXX. And still she slept an azure-lidded sleepIn blanched linen, smooth, and he from forth the closet brought a heapOf candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;With jellies soo

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The eve of StAgnes . XXIX. Then by the bed-side, where the faded moonMade a dim siher twihght, soft he setA table, and, half anguishd, threw thereonA cloth of woven crimson, gold and jet, —Oh, for some drowsy RIorphean amulet!The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion,The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionetAffray his ears, though but in dying tone. —The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone. XXX. And still she slept an azure-lidded sleepIn blanched linen, smooth, and he from forth the closet brought a heapOf candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;With jellies soother than the creamy curd,And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon;Manna and dates, in argosy transferrdFrom Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,From silken Samarcand to cedard

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