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...degrees : The sculptured dead, on each side seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd...

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...degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison' d in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth...fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and matls < Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue...

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