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But great Apollo in all his glory uprose.
And, even as when, what time strong mountains swoon,
And tremble, in a sumptuous summer noon,
And all the under air is still, so still
That no leaf stirs, o'er some etherial hill
Round which heaven's highest influences range
Invisibly, a cloud, with solemn change,
Begins to move; drooping his globèd glory
Slowly adown that inland promontory;
So down Olympus moved the Lyric God,
Majestic. All his serious visage glow'd
With inner light, and music, mixt with fire,
Stream'd from the strings of his Mercurial lyre,
Preluding prophecy.
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