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THE PRINCESS;
Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyssOf science, and the secrets of the mind:Musician, painter, sculptor, critic, moreAnd everywhere the broad and bounteous EarthShould bear a double growth of those rare souls,Poets, whose thoughts enrich the blood of the world.'
 She ended here, and beckon'd us: the restParted; and, glowing full-faced welcome, sheBegan to address us, and was moving onIn gratulation, till as when a boatTacks, and her slacken'd sail flaps, all her voiceFaltering and fluttering in her throat, she cried'My brother!' 'Well, my sister.' 'O' she said'What do you here? and in this dress? and these?Why who are these? a wolf within the fold!A pack of wolves! the Lord be gracious to me!A plot, a plot, a plot to ruin all!''No plot, no plot,' he answer'd. 'Wretched boyHow saw you not the inscription on the gate,
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