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The Fall Of Nineveh. Book The Fifth

Within his splendid chamber; by all flowers
Of fragrance rare and exquisite perfumed;
Beneath a silken canopy, gold--dropped,
Reposed the guilty king. One crystal lamp,
With oil sweet--scented fed, its soft, pure ray
With the pale moonlight mingled. As he slept,
Again the murderous deed he acted o'er:
The pale stern seer again cried out, ``beware!''
Again with boundless rage his bosom heaved;
He rushed again to dash him headlong down;
But griped, instead, some hideous, nameless thing,
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