The eve of StAgnes . That ancient Beadsman lieard the prelude soft;And so it chanced, for many a door was wide,From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft,The silver, snarling trumpets gan to chide;Tlie level chambers, ready with their glowing to receive a thousand guests;The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,Stared, where upon their heads the cornice hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts. V. At length burst in the argent revelry,With plume, tiara, and all rich array,Numerous as shadows haunting fairilyThe brain, new stufifd in youth, with triumphs gayOf old r

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The eve of StAgnes . That ancient Beadsman lieard the prelude soft;And so it chanced, for many a door was wide,From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft,The silver, snarling trumpets gan to chide;Tlie level chambers, ready with their glowing to receive a thousand guests;The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,Stared, where upon their heads the cornice hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts. V. At length burst in the argent revelry,With plume, tiara, and all rich array,Numerous as shadows haunting fairilyThe brain, new stufifd in youth, with triumphs gayOf old romance. These let us wish away,And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady heart had brooded all that wintry dayOn love, and wingd St. Agnes saintly care,As she had heard old dames full many times mr^i * iff -J

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