Chapter 1224 of 1964 · 55 words · ~1 min read

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I think I can explain myself without That sad inexplicable beast of prey-- That Sphinx, whose words would ever be a doubt, Did not his deeds unriddle them each day-- That monstrous hieroglyphic--that long spout Of blood and water--leaden Castlereagh! And here I must an anecdote relate, But luckily of no great length or weight.