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						On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor 
						
						Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes, And trembled every one with still surprise, That the black Spectre should have dared assail Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil						 
						
						
						
						
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