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− | ''ENTER ARTICLE HERE'' | + | '''THE HAUNTED PALACE BY E. A. POE, ESQ. ''' |
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| + | In the greenest of our valleys |
| + | By good angels tenanted, |
| + | Once a fair and stately palace — |
| + | Snow-white palace — reared its head. |
| + | In the monarch thought's dominion — |
| + | It stood there! |
| + | Never Seraph spread his pinion |
| + | Over fabric half so fair. |
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| + | Banners yellow, glorious, golden, |
| + | On its roof did float and flow — |
| + | This — all this — was in the olden |
| + | Time long ago — |
| + | And every gentle air that dallied, |
| + | In that sweet day, |
| + | Along the rampart plumed and pallid, |
| + | A winged odour went away. |
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| + | All wanderers in that happy valley, |
| + | Through two luminous windows saw |
| + | Spirits moving musically |
| + | To a lute's well tuned law, |
| + | Round about a throne where sitting |
| + | (Porphyrogene!) |
| + | In state his glory well befitting, |
| + | The sovereign of the realm was seen. |
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| + | And all with pearl and ruby glowing |
| + | Was the fair palace door ; |
| + | Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, |
| + | And sparkling evermore, |
| + | A troop of echoes, whose sweet duty |
| + | Was but to sing |
| + | In voices of surpassing beauty, |
| + | The wit and wisdom of their king. |
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| + | But evil things in robes of sorrow, |
| + | Assailed the monarch's high estate! |
| + | Ah, let us mourn — for never morrow |
| + | Shall dawn upon him desolate! |
| + | And round about his home the glory, |
| + | That blushed and bloomed, |
| + | Is but a dim-remembered story |
| + | Of the old time entombed. |
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| + | And travellers now within that valley, |
| + | Through the red-litten windows, see |
| + | Vast forms that move fantastically |
| + | To a discordant melody; |
| + | While, like a rapid ghastly river, |
| + | Through the pale door; |
| + | A hideous throng rush out forever, |
| + | And laugh — but smile no more. |
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