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With silken sunshade, high and round of guise fast to its handle bound, a gilded spear, a Minister the solar ray defies lest hurt of baleful beam the high King bear:
High in the poop his strange glad music hies, of asp’erous noise, most horr’ible to the ear, of archèd trumpets writhed in curious round, roaring a rough, rude, unconcerted sound.