for 32 days, i am showing samples of the problems
with the text in e-books from the internet archive...

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today's example is again from our friend from baltimore,
edgar allen poe, this time volume 10 of his collected works.

here's the scan for page 43:
>   http://www.archive.org/stream/worksofedgaralle10poee#page/43

here's the o.c.r. for the whole book:
>   http://ia341315.us.archive.org/0/items/worksofedgaralle10poee/worksofedgaralle10poee_djvu.txt

and here's the o.c.r. for page 43:
>
>   THE RATIONALE OP VERSE 43
>
>   add anything about their equality, we are merely
>   floundering in the idea of an identical equation,
>   where, x being equal to x, nothing is shown to be
>   equal to zero. In a word, we can form no con-
>   ception of a pyrrhic as of an independent foot.
>   It is a mere chimera bred in the mad fancy ot a
>
>   ^^F^m what I have said about the equalisation
>   of the several feet of a line, it must not be de-
>   duced that any necessity for equality in time ex-
>   ists between the rhythm of several lines. ^ A
>   poem, or even a stanza, may begin with lam-
>   busses, in the first line, and proceed with ana
>   psests in the second, or even with the less accor-
>   dant dactyls, as in the opening of quite a pretty
>   specimen of verse by Miss Mary A. S. Aldrichj
>
>   The wa ] ter H 1 ly sleeps \ in pride 1^^^
>   Down in the depths of the [ azure | lake. |
>
>   Here azure is a spondee, equivalent to a dactyU
>
>   lake a caesura. ^i, ‚ ¨¢ ‚ ¨¢+;‚ ¨
~i
>
>   I shall now best proceed m quotmg the mitiaJ
>   lines of Byron's "Bride of Abydos:"
>
>   Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
>
>   Are emblems of deeds that are done i^/.^^J^. fi;‚ ¢¬Æ~
>
>   Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle
>   Now meltmto softness, now madden to crime?
>
>   TCnnw ve the land of the cedar and vine.
>
>   Where'the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shi^.
>
>   And the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume.
>
>   Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul ia their bloom?
>
>   Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit
>
>   And the voice of the nightingale never ig mute‚ ¨
>
>
>   Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
>
>   And all save the spirit of man is divine . ‚ ¨¢

well, here's another crooked page...  i wonder how it gets
_anything_ right, since every line is equally crooked, right?

-bowerbird