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 With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.  The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies ... - Page 217 by William Shakespeare - 1762 Full view -
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