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Useless the interruption. From the folio
Of rough Greek type, the ghosts of old Greek days
Make with these modern ghosts a maddening olio.
But Homer had his Helen, 'mid the haze
Of antique myth; and if one drank rosolio
Or haschish or nepenthe, and should gaze
On Paris now, which hideous fools destroy,
One might imagine it a worser Troy.
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