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...of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the doom of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated...Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: Oh hear! Ш. Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the...

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...head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The loots of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the doom of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere...