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 1 3 | phantasmagoria, where one sees by night things that do not
 2 12|           As on ye roll at eve by mounting tide."~
 3 13|     that the stories whispered by the slender reeds, with
 4 13|      lugubrious tragedies told by the roaring of the waves.~
 5 19|     but I felt myself affected by the unusual silence that
 6 22|   noise was, doubtless, caused by some piece of wood borne
 7 22|      piece of wood borne along by the current, but that was
 8 23|     the sky, which were formed by groups of Italian poplars.
 9 23|     and that the river, hidden by the thick fog, was full
10 23|        saw myself, lost, going by guesswork in this heavy
11 23|       feel myself dragged down by the feet to the bottom of
12 27|                       However, by a violent effort I succeeded
13 28|        the boat. I was dazzled by the most marvellous, the
14 28|      of those sights described by travellers on their return
15 31|       do not know, for I ended by falling asleep. When I opened
16 32|                         Little by little, however, the blackness
17 32|    slowly, slowly, loaded down by a considerable weight. At