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SEARCHING... The briars tower legion; my flesh to scourge My garments are shred; the fetid bogs slurp. Ghouls moan and assail; all verve they purge Their tongues sap valour and peace sacred usurp. But a melody soars from a mystic abode The wing èd Muse hovers; his pink plumes close round the welts... Sign in to see full entry.