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Think of it! A second chamber selected by the Whips. A seraglio of eunuchs. By Michael Foot Whips Eunuchs Chamber Selected Seraglio

Thus we work not in the light of public opinion but in the secrecy of the chamber; and perhaps the best of us are apt at times to forget the delicacies and sincerities which under these conditions are essential to harmony and honour. By Clifford Allbutt Chamber Honour Work Light Public

Heaped on the floor were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, bartrels of oysters, re-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. By Charles Dickens Geese Game Poultry Brawn Mincepies

A huge fireplace and Dutch oven of fieldstone filled one wall. Over them hung a long muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch. On the mantel were candle molds, a coffee mill, an iron and trivet, and a rusty kettle. An iron cauldron, big enough to boil a missionary in, swung at the end of a long arm in the fireplace, and below it, like so many black offspring, were a cluster of small pots. A wooden butter churn held the door open, and clusters of Indian corn hung from the molding at aesthetic intervals. A colonial scythe stood in one corner, and two Boston rockers on a hooked rug faced the cold fireplace, where the unwatched pot never boiled. Paul By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Dutch Wall Fireplace Huge Oven

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Comfort Atmosphere Breathes Rest Chambers

As it adds a chamber, it seals off the last chamber, because, having grown, it can never again fit back into the form of its old life. By Gloria Bullman Chamber Grown Life Adds Seals

There were two dished metal tables set in the center of the room. They had bright lights above them and noisy drains below. They were surrounded by greengrocer scales hanging on chains ready to weigh excised organs, and by rolling steel carts with empty glass jars ready to receive them, and other carts with rows of knives and saws and shears and pliers lying ready for use on green canvas sheets. The whole place was glazed with white subway tiles and the air was cold and sweet with the smell of formaldehyde. By Lee Child Room Ready Dished Metal Tables

Lavina led me to an abandoned warehouse. I think that at some point someone decreed that all clandestine meetings must be held in one. Woe to the criminal overlord who lives in a city thriving with commerce, with no empty warehouses to be found. He probably needs to build one, just to have a place to arrange late-night meetings. (Bewitched) By Kelley Armstrong Lavina Led Abandoned Meetings Bewitched

Each of our devoted investigators has had to protest the critical importance to science and the surpassing conveniences offered by the cabin: How well the hill-and-dale floor is held together by layered patches of variegated linoleum; how nicely the roof admits starlight and yet keeps out much of the rain; how smoothly the door opens when you lift firmly on the knob; how ideally the two one-room accessory structures serve as "slave" quarters for summer assistants. And what would befall the local ward of dependent woodmice if the cabin commissary were to fail? By Durward L. Allen Cabin Slave Floor Linoleum Rain

A room is not just a room. A room is a manifestation of a state of mind, the product of an intelligence. Either conscious ( ... ) or unconscious. We make our rooms, and then our rooms make us. By Will Wiles Room Rooms Make Mind Intelligence

Steam was till the other day the devil which we dreaded. Every pot made by any human potter or brazier had a hole in its cover, to let off the enemy, lest he should lift pot and roof and carry the house away. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Steam Dreaded Till Day Devil

At last the door opened stealthily. Ellen, the discreet black maid, stood behind Mrs. Chinnery's chair, waiting. Mrs. Chinnery pretended to ignore her, but the others were glad to stop. Ellen stepped forward and Mrs. Chinnery, submitting, was wheeled off to the mysterious upper chamber of extreme old age. Her pleasure was over. By Virginia Woolf Chinnery Mrs Stealthily Ellen Door

Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter's earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted attic shards held together by blank plaster. Other rooms hold sound and motion, great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark and lit in flashes. Pleas and screaming fill some places on the grounds where Hannibal himself cannot go. But the corridors do not echo screaming, and there is music if you like. By Thomas Harris Lecter Spaces Incomplete Hannibal Devoted

Center Japantown Union By Kristine Poggioli Union Japantown Center

resplendent chambers of a true king's tomb. By Dean Koontz Resplendent Tomb Chambers True King

The contents of my chamber pot are more able than Ser Harys. By George R R Martin Harys Ser Contents Chamber Pot

Audience member: Living Room!Sara: Kitchen By Sara Quin Sara Kitchen Living Room Audience

Participant Inc. gallery, By Kim Gordon Gallery Participant

The transformation which occurs in the cauldron is quintessential and wondrous, subtle and delicate. The mouth cannot express it in words. By Michael Pollan Wondrous Subtle Delicate Transformation Occurs

The chambermaid believed in courtly love. A book's physical self was sacrosanct to her, its form inseparable from its content; her duty as a lover was Platonic adoration, a noble but doomed attempt to conserve forever the state of perfect chastity in which it had left the bookseller. By Anne Fadiman Love Chambermaid Believed Courtly Platonic

where she had dissected that poor frog. The homework assignment she had turned in on the eleventh of February surfaced in her mind as fresh as if she had completed it yesterday. "Four chambers," she whispered. By Charlie N. Holmberg Frog Dissected Poor February Yesterday

a small room that smelled of darkness. By Albert Camus Darkness Small Room Smelled

He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again. By Charles Dickens Partner Lived Chambers Belonged Deceased

the den, drinking beer and arguing over By Bernadette Y. Connor Den Drinking Beer Arguing

(The feast-room in GUNNAR'S house. The entrance-door is in the back; smaller doors in the side-walls. In front, on the left, the greater high-seat; opposite it on the right, the lesser. In the middle of the floor, a wood fire is burning on a built-up hearth. In the background, on both sides of the door, are daises for the women of the household. From each of the high-seats, a long table, with benches, stretches backwards, parallel with the wall. It is dark outside; the fire lights the room.) By Henrik Ibsen House Feastroom Gunnars Fire Back

Next, she put her left eye close to the glass-like square. It scanned her retina with a slide of dim blue-light. Immediately after the scan was complete, the gate glided to the side, revealing a closet-sized dark chamber. By A.o. Peart Square Put Left Eye Close

Welcome to the pleasure dome. By Jodi Ellen Malpas Dome Pleasure

The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery By Lemony Snicket Stationery Hemlock Tearoom

wafting through the open door of a brightly lit office down the musty, darkened corridor of the backstage. By Christopher Rice Wafting Musty Darkened Backstage Open

Mike, you ready? he said. The coliseum-like, bowl-shaped CompStat conference room behind him was a pen pusher's paradise, I knew. It was a place where innovative computer-model formats were used to illuminate detailed processes that were compared for effectiveness of indices of performance before implementations of flexible tactics to achieve the development of comprehensive solutions were discussed in a team-building environment. In plain English, it was a bureaucratic version of hell on earth. By James Patterson Mike Ready English Coliseumlike Bowlshaped

Okay, well, that sucks. But, Soph, guess what I saw today."I flopped across my mattress, toeing my sneakers off. "We're on a cursed island surrounded by killer fog, and ruled by two crazy-ass witches. I really can't begin to guess, Jen.""Lara, coming out of the cellar," she said, blowing her pink stripe off her forehead. "And looking super secretive and suspicious. Well, I mean, more super secretive and suspicious than usual."Ah, the cellar. A dank, creepy place full of magical artifacts that had a tendency to move around. Archer and I had spent an awful lot of quality time down there last year. By Rachel Hawkins Sucks Soph Cellar Secretive Guess

Acceptance is a small, quiet room. By Cheryl Strayed Acceptance Small Quiet Room

A club there is of smokersdare you comeTo that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room?When, midnight past, the very candles seemDying for air, and give a ghastly gleam;When curling fumes in lazy wreaths arise,And prosing topers rub their winking eyes. By George Crabbe Clouded Hot Close Narcotic Room

Henri was giggling now, barely able to contain himself. "So I'm to shovel coal into my shoes hoping no one notices, while smoke and steam - what of the vapor?" "There's little more smoke than a cigar, and the steam would be barely visible by gas lamp. It vents out the back of your trousers, under the tail of your coat." "Marvelous!" said Henri. "I use a similar port for my own vapors. I want to try them, immediately. By Christopher Moore Henri Giggling Barely Smoke Steam

the chambers and passages of the cave system. A track led past both entrances, and round up onto the hill-top, up which sloping trail Yana now wearily pulled herself. Some huts were private dwelling places while others were the domain of certain crafts. Community meetings were held either outside in a large space deliberately left clear in the centre of the huts, or during cold or inclement weather, in the larger of the two entrance chambers of the cave system. Yana moved aside the leather windbreak sheltering the entrance to the hut which was her family's home and walked down the four stone-flagged steps to the floor of the sunken hut. A strong herbal odour hung in the air. Ignoring it, Yana dropped her kill by the fire, and made her way to the occupied sleeping platform at By Julie Reilly Yana System Cave Passages Huts

The room is the beginning of architecture. By Louis Kahn Architecture Room Beginning

I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Homes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it. By Arthur Conan Doyle Homes Boxer Held Pastime Humours

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door. By John Donne Angels God Chamber Thither Fly

The House of Lords, architecturally, is a magnificent room, and the dignity, quiet, and repose of the scene made me unwillingly acknowledge that the Senate of the United States might possibly improve its manners. Perhaps in our desire for simplicity, absence of title, or badge of office we may have thrown over too much. By M. E. W. Sherwood Lords Architecturally Quiet House Senate

I scarcely know how to describe that room. It became, in a way, every room I had ever been in and every room I find myself in hereafter will remind me of Giovanni's room. By James Baldwin Room Scarcely Describe Giovanni Find

Over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow By James Joyce Hallow Bowls Memory Hollow Holds

What stood in one corner of the cell was disgusting: two empty disinfectant canisters and one well used and well stained piss pot, the sort of chamber pot that people would train their babies to be potty trained on before they would learn to use the toilet. By Stephen Richards Pot Disgusting Toilet Stood Corner

It was a singular bedroom, with its high walls of brown volumes, but there could be no more agreeable furniture to a bookworm like myself, and there is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book. I assured him that I could desire no more charming chamber, and no more congenial surroundings. By Arthur Conan Doyle Bedroom Volumes Faint Subtle Book

My cage has many rooms. By Stephen Sondheim Rooms Cage

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened.Enemies of the heir, beware. By J.k. Rowling Beware Chamber Secrets Heir Openedenemies

Demagoguea vessel containing beer and other liquids. By Mark Twain Demagoguea Liquids Vessel Beer

Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end. By Truman Capote Exit End Hall Tunnel

On its third rising only a portion of the drawing-room was disclosed; the rest being concealed by a screen, hung with some sort of dark and coarse drapery. The marble basin was removed; in its place, stood a deal table and a kitchen chair: these objects were visible by a very dim light proceeding from a horn lantern, the wax candles being all extinguished. By Charlotte Bronte Disclosed Screen Hung Drapery Rising

This workshop where ideals are manufacturedit seems to me it stinks of so many lies By Friedrich Nietzsche Lies Workshop Ideals Manufacturedit Stinks

Enclosure, upon its completion, was the record which represented the achievement of all the musical goals I had been aiming at for the previous 5 years. It was recorded simultaneously with Black Knights' Medieval Chamber, and as different as the two albums appear to be, they represent one investigative creative thought process. What I learned from one fed directly into the other. Enclosure is presently my last word on the musical statement which began with PBX. By John Frusciante Years Completion Previous Enclosure Record

We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. The flesh is a neighborhood, but not the life. By Jack Gilbert Inside Machinery Apparatus Resident Glimmering

Room 101,' he said. By George Orwell Room

Think Tank, noun: The shower. By Craig Bruce Noun Tank Shower

Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived. By J.k. Rowling Requirement Room Arrived Carrows Gryffindor

Weapons Lab. Holy words. By Veronica Roth Lab Weapons Holy Words

Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom ... By John Milton Gloom Glowing Embers Roomteach Light

What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? By Virginia Woolf Cunning Chambers Art Love Pressed

I imagined two leather chairs near a fire in a paneled room, where two old soldiers could drink and talk. But she took us into the kitchen. She had put two straight-backed chairs at a kitchen table with a white porcelain top. That table top was screaming with reflected light from a two-hundred-watt bulb overhead. Mary had prepared an operating room. By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Talk Room Imagined Leather Fire

It's hot,' [Mulder] said, dropping on the bench beside [Scully].'It's July, Mulder,' Garson reminded him. 'It's New Mexico. What did you expect?''Heat I can get at home. An oven I already have in my apartment. By Charles Grant Mulder Scully July Garson Hot

That room was Rolandsen's world. Rolandsen was not just irresponsibility and inebriation, he was also great thinker and inventor. There was a smell of acids that permeated the corridor and came to the notice of every visitor. Rolandsen made no secret of the fact that he had all these medicaments there solely to disguise the aroma of all the brandy he consumed. But this was part of an act designed purely to give himself an air of inscrutability. By Knut Hamsun Rolandsen World Room Inebriation Inventor

the waiting room. It was half full By Samantha Ann King Room Waiting Full Half

Sheehan's Pool Room, which adorns one of the lesser alleys in the heart of Chicago's stockyard district, is not a nice place. Its air, freighted with a thousand odours such as Coleridge may have found at Cologne, too seldom knows the purifying rays of the sun; but fights for space with the acrid fumes of unnumbered cheap cigars and cigarettes which dangle from the coarse lips of unnumbered human animals that haunt the place day and night. By H.p. Lovecraft Room Pool Chicago Sheehan District

I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... By J.k. Rowling Fumes Veins Bewitching Mind Ensnaring

The interior was dim like a cave. The ceiling, pressed tin, was stalactited with hooks from the days when the shopkeeper would hang it with buckets, watering cans, coils of rope and paired boots. Refrigerator cases lined a side wall, shallow crates of withered fruit and vegetables the back, and in the vast middle ground were aisles of rickety shelving, stacked with anything from tinned peaches to tampons. The sole cash register was adjacent to the entrance, next to ranks of daily newspapers and weekly and monthly magazines and a little bookcase thumbtacked with a sign, Library. If you were a farmer in need of an axe or some some sheep dip you headed for the far back corner. If you wanted to buy a stamp, you headed a couple of paces past the library. By Garry Disher Cave Interior Dim Library Back

room below and a bedchamber above. By Julie Klassen Room Bedchamber

I forget the name of the place; I forget the name of the girl; but the wine was Chambertin. By Hilaire Belloc Forget Chambertin Place Girl Wine

In this room I grew.So many lessons I learnedOpportunities I gainedCriticisms I gracefully enduredIn this room, I made my mark. By Priscilla Koranteng Room Mark Grewso Lessons Learnedopportunities

Before our eyes, at least before mine (not hers, perhaps), everything was veiled in impenetrable darkness. "It's the inner chambers," I thought, and I wasn't wrong, either. That's how it was, and my dear instructress seemed to be resolved to show me a world that had been hidden until now. But I must pause for breath. By Robert Walser Eyes Mine Darkness Veiled Impenetrable

For if a room that exists under the governance, authority, and intent of others seems smaller than it is, then a room that exists in secret can, regardless of its dimensions, seem as vast as one cares to imagine. Rising By Amor Towles Authority Room Exists Governance Dimensions

Not quite a room, Jeevan thought now, looking around the stage. It was too transitory, all those doorways and dark spaces between wings, the missing ceiling. It was more like a terminal, he thought, a train station or an airport, everyone passing quickly through. By Emily St. John Mandel Jeevan Room Stage Thought Transitory

I walked about the chamber most of the time. I imagined myself only to be regretting my loss, and thinking how to repair it; but when my reflections were concluded, and I looked up and found that the afternoon was gone, and evening far advanced, another discovery dawned on me, namely, that in the interval I had undergone a transforming process; that my mind had put off all it had borrowed of Miss Temple - or rather that she had taken with her the serene atmosphere I had been breathing in her vicinity - and that now I was left in my natural element, and beginning to feel the stirring of old emotions. By Charlotte Bronte Time Walked Chamber Temple Miss

Outside the wind had picked up a little. Isaac sheltered his prize and walked quickly up the little alley that adjoined The Dying Child with Paddler Way and his workshop-home. He pushed open the green doors with his bum and backed into the building. Isaac's laboratory had been a factory and a warehouse years ago, and its huge, dusty floorspace swamped the little benches and retorts and blackboards that perched in its corners. By China Mieville Wind Picked Isaac Dying Child

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. By Lord Byron Thought Soul Dome Palace

congress of angels. By Vitezslav Nezval Congress Angels

was a long upper hall full By Louisa May Alcott Full Long Upper Hall

King Frederick I of Prussia conceived the Amber Chamber in 1701 as a magnificent gift to the Russian royal family that would seal the alliance between the two powers. By Stephen Kinzer Frederick Prussia Amber Chamber Russian

Then the house had been boldly planned with a ball-room, so that, instead of squeezing through a narrow passage to get to it (as at the Chiverses') one marched solemnly down a vista of enfiladed drawing-rooms (the sea-green, the crimson and the bouton d'or), seeing from afar the many-candled lustres reflected in the polished parquetry, and beyond that the depths of a conservatory where camellias and tree-ferns arched their costly foliage over seats of black and gold bamboo. By Edith Wharton Chiverses Ballroom Drawingrooms Seagreen Dor

There are rooms one never leaves. By Milena Michiko Flasar Leaves Rooms

Curious thing, rooms. Tell you quite a lot about the people who live in them. By Agatha Christie Rooms Curious Thing Lot People

The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room for years and years, as if through an underground cavern, crusting and hardening like stalactites into these forms. By Margaret Atwood Symmetrical Subdued Freezes Room Money

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance. By Maud Hart Lovelace Height Depth Width Mass Substance

Have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask. This is indeed a mystery, By Arthur Conan Doyle Received Quarters Hour Mask Mystery

Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome;Plushy and swanky, with posh hanky pankythat affluent Yankees can really callhome.Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,a push-button palace, fluorescent repose;Electric devices for facing a crisiswith frozen fruit ices and cinema shows.Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelterall chromium kitchens and rubber-tiled dorms;With waterproof portals to echo the chortlesof weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms.What a great come-to-glory emporium!To enjoy a deluxe moratorium,Where nuclear heat can beguile the elitein a creme-de-la-creme crematorium. By E.y. Harburg Schlemmer Selling Plushy Electric Kubla

exhibition. Lake Eden. By Nicholas Sparks Exhibition Eden Lake

Oh, Hello. I'm Eugene Mirman, and I'm here to introduce my special. It's called An Evening of Comedy in a Fake Underground Laboratory. By Eugene Mirman Mirman Laboratory Eugene Special Evening

CLEAR THINKERS REQUIRED Tom Donohue, president and CEO of the three-million-member-strong U.S. Chamber of Commerce, organizes very popular small dinners and invites a wide variety of guests. The express purpose is the exchange of ideas. Tom brings together twenty titans of industry and empowers each with just one minute to talk on a key issue. Then Tom makes his summation. He connects all the dots in a masterful fashion, tying together what everyone has said. Chamber board member Barry Appleton says, "It is this distilled knowledge of clear and concise thinking that is the magic that keeps everyone coming back for more. By Darcy Rezac Donohue Commerce Thinkers Required Ceo

A real alchemical laboratory should be full of the kind of glassware that looked as if it were produced during the Guild of Glassblowers All-Comers Hiccuping Contest. By Terry Pratchett Contest Guild Glassblowers Hiccuping Real

I am jailed, with around 200 other inmates, in a wide hall that looks like a warehouse. By Eskinder Nega Jailed Inmates Warehouse Wide Hall

It is an archive ... You probably get rooms like this in even the most modern of offices, like a rusty anchor chained to the past and with no purpose in life. By Jose Saramago Archive Offices Life Rooms Modern

the features that made the Church of the Holy Sepulcher different from any cathedral he had ever visited. For under the ornate dome of the rotunda, surrounded by massive marble columns, was a self-contained rectangular building, modest in proportions, with a fancy onion-domed cupola. "The Edicule," Neti said, drawing their attention. "That's where the tomb is. That's where we're going." They set the equipment and Grail box down on the marble floor. By Glenn Cooper Church Holy Sepulcher Visited Features

Inside, the box was divided into tiered chambers, each with a lacquered lid, and these held a selection of ground and whole spices: sage, turmeric, cumin, ginger, mustard, cinnamon, asafetida, mace, cayenne, and cloves. I felt like an emperor receiving the treasures of a new country. The odor rising from the box was like a clambering vine wrapping itself thickly around my head, musky with the deep minerals of the earth and dusting my shoulders with a rainbow of pollen. By Eli Brown Inside Sage Turmeric Cumin Ginger

I need to use the little praetors' room. By Rick Riordan Room Praetors

(Incidentally, they had a fire in that room, because of all the chaotic mess that they had - too many wires - and it destroyed the cyclotron. But I'd better not tell about that!) (When By Richard Feynman Incidentally Room Wires Fire Chaotic

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell. By Anais Nin Body Heart Opening Spreading Defences

I chose the name "Padded Room," because, when I'm in the booth, it would be the padded room. When I'm in the booth, I can say a lot of things and speak about a lot of things that normally I wouldn't be able to speak about to a friend or to family or to a crowd. A lot of times, the things that I say, if you had to categorize it, they would probably call me nuts or crazy. So, you add that aspect of "The Padded Room," which would be almost like an insane asylum. By Joe Budden Room Padded Booth Lot Things

The room was full of magical objects, animals, photographs, paintings, strange looking plants and many flying books. I only found this room a few days ago and it seems that it keeps changing every time I come. By Magda M. Olchawska Animals Photographs Paintings Objects Strange

dark-gray cylinder, By Nicholson Baker Darkgray Cylinder

The room was a machine that measured my condition: how much of me remained, how much of me was no longer there. I was both perpetrator and witness, both actor and audience in a theater of one. I could follow the progress of my own dismemberment. Piece by piece, I could watch myself dissapear. By Paul Auster Condition Remained Room Machine Measured

The school-room sends men to the Legislature, to the bench, and the executive office. The bar-room sends them to the scaffold and hell. By Thomas Jordan Jarvis Legislature Bench Office Sends Schoolroom

Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door By Edgar Allan Poe Tis Door Visiter Entreating Entrance