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- "for shade to shade will come too drowsily, and drown the wakeful anguish of the soul."
- "but when the melancholy fit shall fall sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud —"
- "and joy, whose hand is ever at his lips bidding adieu —"
- "his soul shalt taste the sadness of her might and be among her cloudy trophies hung."
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