Lays of Mystery,Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,And each damp thing that creeps and crawlsWent wobble-wobble on the walls. Faint odours of departed cheese,Blown on the dank, unwholesome breeze,Awoke the never ending sneeze. Strange pictures decked the arras drear,Strange characters of woe and fear,The humbugs of the social sphere. One showed a vain and noisy prig,
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