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THE PALACE
Ill-built, dim-window'd, many a broken tile,—
A king dwells here, kings are his visitors.
Which is the palace? This? or yonder pile
Where crowned Meanness hides, past all its golden doors?
A king dwells here, kings are his visitors.
Which is the palace? This? or yonder pile
Where crowned Meanness hides, past all its golden doors?
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