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34 BRADFORD ALLISON Melancholy in the Public Domain She dwelt among the untrodden ways Where all the trees bear golden flowers, She left me at the silent time My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, They that have power to hurt and will do none, She walks in beauty, like the night Silent, silent night Now all the truth is out, I have no wit, no words, no tears; We sat within the farm-house old, AND the first grey of morning fill’d the east. ...

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