BOOK XXIII By Blue Ontario’s Shore By blue Ontario’s shore, As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me, Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America, chant me the carol of victory, And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet, And sing me before you go the song of the throes of Democracy.
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He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much.
Edgar Allan Poe -- The Cask of Amontillado
A few blocks from home, he was accosted by two robbers.