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 The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady passed, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of...  The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal - Halaman 259 1835 Tampilan utuh -
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