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In the greenest of our valleys,

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace-

Radiant palace-reared its head.

In the monarch Thought’s dominion-

It stood there!

Never seraph spread a pinion

Over fabric half so fair.

The Fall of the House of Usher | In The Shadow Of The Master: Classic Tales by Edgar Allan Poe | cледующая глава