The eve of StAgnes . glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall;Like phantoms to the iron porch they glide,Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl,With a huge empty flagon by his side;The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his his sagacious eye an inmate one, and one, the bolts full easy slide;The chains lie silent on the footworn stones;The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone ! ay, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,And all his warrior-guests, with shade and formOf witch and demon an

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The eve of StAgnes . glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall;Like phantoms to the iron porch they glide,Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl,With a huge empty flagon by his side;The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his his sagacious eye an inmate one, and one, the bolts full easy slide;The chains lie silent on the footworn stones;The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone ! ay, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,And all his warrior-guests, with shade and formOf witch and demon and large long be-nightmared. Angela the oldDied palsy-twitchd, with meagre face deform ;The Beadsman, after thousand aves aye unsought-for slept among his ashes cold.

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