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With
sharp
blue
eyes,
each
like
a
pin,
And
light
loose
hair,
yet
swarthy
skin
No
tuft
on
cheek
nor
beard
on
chin,
But
lips
where
smile
went
out
and
in;
There
was
no
guessing
his
kith
and
kin:
And
nobody
could
enough
admire
The
tall
man
and
his
quaint
attire.
Quoth
one:
It’s
as
my
great-grandsire,
Starting
up
at
the
Trump
of
Doom’s
tone,
Had
walked
this
way
from
his
painted
tombstone!”
VI.
He
advanced
to
the
council-table:
And,
“Please
your
honours,”
said
he,
“I’m
able,
By
means
of
a
secret
charm,
to
draw
All
creatures
living
beneath
the
sun,
That
creep
or
swim
or
fly
or
run,
After
me
so
as
you
never
saw!
And
I
chiefly
use
my
charm
On
creatures
that
do
people
harm,
The
mole
and
toad
and
newt
and
viper;
And
people
call
me
the
Pied
Piper.”
(And
here
they
noticed
round
his
neck
A
scarf
of
red
and
yellow
stripe,
To
match
with
his
coat
of
the
self-same
cheque;