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What time the meanest brick and stone
Take on a beauty not their own,
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For by the black infernal Styx I swear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)
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In what pearl-paven mossy cave
By what green sea
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Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall
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To Mrs. E.C. Morrieson
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