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CHAP. VII.

When the sun sets, shadows that shew'd at noonBut small, appear most long and terrible;—So when we think Fate hovers o'er our heads,Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds;Owls, ravens, crickets, seem the watch of death;Nature's worst vermin scare her God-like sons;Echoes, the very leavings of a voice,Grow babbling ghosts, and call us to our graves;Each mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus,While we, fantastic dreamers! heave and puff,And sweat with an imagination's weight.Lee.

Madeline went upon a high and graveled terrace to avoid the wetness of the low and grassy paths beneath it. But though the rain was over, the evening wasextremely

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