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chapter-218		chapter-218			.txt	text/plain	205	8	76	The City Dead-House By the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought, Her corpse they deposit unclaimd, it lies on the damp brick pavement, The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone, That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not, But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built! That little house alone more than them all--poor, desperate house! Fair, fearful wreck--tenement of a soul--itself a soul, Unclaimd, avoided house--take one breath from my tremulous lips, Dead house of love--house of madness and sin, crumbled, crushd, House of life, erewhile talking and laughing--but ah, poor house, dead even then, Months, years, an echoing, garnishd house--but dead, dead, dead.	./cache/chapter-218.txt	./txt/chapter-218.txt