“Not unresembling, if aright I deem,

Those motes minute, that, when the obtrusive sun

Peeps through some crevice in the shuttered shade

The day-dark hall illuming, float amain

In his bright beam, and wage eternal war.”

“Not unresembling, if aright I deem, Those motes minute, that, when the obtrusive sun Peeps through some crevice in the shuttered shade The day-dark hall illuming, float amain In his bright beam, and wage eternal war.”

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