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...The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christaliel ! It inoauol as near as near can be, Hut what it is she cannot tell. On the other side it seems to be Of the huge, broad -breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak...

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...travelled by the great North Railway. The looking-glass hung on the wall. The rosy-fingered morn arose. On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. Her blue-veined feet unsandaled were. Not a moonbeam enters there. Daylight had just departed. The...