![]() ![]() The fiend pinning down the thief’s pack behind him, I passed over quickly: it was an object of terror. The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms. ![]() I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide. ![]()
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