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“It came so chargèd with such tem’erous stride in every falt’ering heart blank fear it bred: Roars from afar and raves the sombre tide as though vain thunder’ing on some rocky head: ‘Almighty Pow’r, o’er worlds sublime!’ I cried, ‘what threat from Heaven, or what secret dread, shall now this climate and this sea deform, what greater horror than the natural storm?’