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The rites derived from ancient days With thoughtless reverence we praise,
The rites that taught us to
The joys of music and of wine,
And bid the feast, and song and bowlO'erfill the saturated soul:

Dead is he
Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural and so indifferent as if the tale ran that a while ago there died a man I talked with a chance hour when he by chance was near me
If I ...