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 PHANTASMAGORIA.

CANTO I.

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winter night, at half-past nine,
 * Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,

I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine,
 * Was waiting in the study.

There was a strangeness in the room,
 * And Something white and wavy

Was standing near me in the gloom— I took it for the carpet-broom
 * Left by that careless slavey.