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Illustrated poems . om his guard at every loop-hole keep !And man the towers ! he would have alas ! his early friends were his eagle glance was awed,And a frost that never thawd Had settled on his that thundering at the gateFrom morn till midnight late. Knew no a boding tone of an owlets cry of hate, Chilld his he raised the palsied , eager, gave commandTo repel the threatening guest. I 408 MANS THREE GUESTS. So the Esculapian band, In their armour old and tried,Were summond to his the watchful nurses came,Whose lamp, like vestal flame,Never the tottering bulwarks their trust the old man groand as a breach was made;Then through the chasm a skeleton foot Forced its a fleshless hand to a shaft was put,And he was clay. SilBii- : •* ?:-^:^^ xC. <r) d^tyz^ rr^y (111 ^m 0 W W^ m& i¥ laXBIA M.
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