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In air the Ships are thrown with ev’ery throw of furious Neptune’s crests that kissed the cloud: Anon appeared the keels to settle low where horrid Glooms the deep sea bowels shroud.
While Notus, Auster, Boreas, Aquilo the world-machine to wreck and ruin crowd: Gleamèd and glarèd pitchy hideous night with Leven burning all the polar height.