1. godfreyyouth:

    ‘Twas upon a midnight tristful I sat poring, wan and wistful,
    Through many a quaint and curious list full of my consorts slain -
    I sat nodding, almost napping, till I caught a sound of tapping,
    As of spirits softly rapping, rapping at my door in vain.
    “‘Tis a visitor,” I…

     
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