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A MEDLEY.
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My needful seeming harshness, pardon it.Our mother, is she well?'
With that she kiss'dHis forehead, and a moment after clungAbout him, and betwixt them blossom'd upFrom out a common vein of memorySweet household talk, and phrases of the hearth,And far allusion, till the gracious dewsBegan to glisten and to fall: and whileThey stood, so rapt, we gazing, came a voice,'1 brought a message here from Lady Blanche.'Back started she, and turning round we sawThe Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood,Melissa, with her hand upon the lock,A rosy blonde, and in a college gownThat clad her like an April daffodilly(Her mother's colour) with her lips apart,And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes,As bottom agates seem to wave and floatIn crystal currents of clear morning seas,
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