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A MEDLEY.
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 We cross'd the street and gain'd a petty moundBeyond it, whence we saw the lights and heardThe voices murmuring; till upon my spiritsSettled a gentle cloud of melancholy,Which I shook off, for I was young, and oneTo whom the shadow of all mischance but cameAs night to him that sitting on a hillSees the midsummer, midnight, Norway sun,Set into sunrise: then we moved away.
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