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Page 74 - I am dying, Egypt, dying; Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast; And the dark Plutonian shadows Gather on the evening blast!
Page 72 - It had, in the beginning, belonged to my Aunt Bess, and in the days of its first glory had been a sheer Irish linen lawn, with tiny green harps on it at agreeable intervals. But in the course of time, it had to be sent to the wash-tub, and then, behold, all the little lovely harps followed the example of the harp that "once through Tara's hall the soul of music shed,