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a christmas carol(圣诞赞歌)
POEMS BY CURRER BELL,
PILATE\'S WIFE\'S DREAM.
I\'ve quench\'d my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb
convulsed, I heard it fall-- The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its
light, even as I woke, on yonder wall; Over against my bed, there shone a
gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.
POEMS BY CURRER BELL,
PILATE\'S WIFE\'S DREAM.
I\'ve quench\'d my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb
convulsed, I heard it fall-- The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its
light, even as I woke, on yonder wall; Over against my bed, there shone a
gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.
