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A MEDLEY.
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IV.'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and rest:' and weDown from the lean and wrinkled precipices,By every coppice-feather'd chasm and cleft,Dropt thro' the ambrosial gloom to where belowNo bigger than a glow-worm shone the tentLamp-lit from the inner. Once she lean'd on me,Descending; once or twice she lent her hand,And blissful palpitations in the blood,Stirring a sudden transport rose and fell.
 But when we planted level feet, and diptBeneath the satin dome and enter'd in,There leaning deep in broider'd down we sankOur elbows: on a tripod in the midst
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