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Identify the Style or Movement But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; “I am half sick of shadows,” said The Lady of Shalott.
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Identify the Style or Movement And you, in your turn, will be rotten as this: Horrible, filthy, undone, O sun of my nature and star of my eyes, My passion, my angel in one! Yes, such will you be, o regent of grace, After the rites have been read, Under the weeds, under blossoming grass As you moulder with bones of the dead. Ah then, o my beauty, explain to the worms Who cherish your body so fine, That I am the keeper for corpses of love Of the form, and the essence divine!
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