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 And all the souls, that damned be, Leapt up at once in anarchy, Clapp'd their hands and danced for glee. They no longer heeded me; But laugh'd to hear Hell's burning rafters Unwillingly re-echo laughters! No! no! no! Spirits hear what spirits tell: 'Twill make an holiday in Hell!

Whisper it, sister! so and so! In a dark hint, soft and slow.

Letters four do form his name— And who sent you?

The same! the same!

He came by stealth, and unlock'd my den, And I have drank the blood since then Of thrice three hundred thousand men.