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IV.

“Sailing in air, when dark Monsoon inshrouds
His tropic mountains in a night of clouds;

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Or drawn by whirlwinds from the Line returns,
And showers o'er Afric all his thousand urns;
High o'er his head the beams of Sirius glow,
And, Dog of Nile, Anubis barks below.
Nymphs! you from cliff to cliff attendant guide
In headlong cataracts the impetuous tide;

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Or lead o'er wastes of Abyssinian sands
The bright expanse to Egypt's shower-less lands.
—Her long canals the sacred waters fill,
And edge with silver every peopled hill;

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Gigantic Sphinx in circling waves admire,
And Memnon bending o'er his broken lyre;
O'er furrow'd glebes and green savannas sweep,
And towns and temples laugh amid the deep.