 | A collection of poems on various subjects |  |
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THE SEA SIDE.
A STORM.
Mark how imperial and majesticalThe wild sea looks, moving her myriads
Of huge and heavy waves to the shout of winds
And roar of thunder! That's their music, which
Inspirits them to this mad uproar, and
This is their revelry. Can you not think
They have their language, and it is a crowd
Of hoarse and hollow voices that you hear
Making this dinning clamour? At the top
Of yonder cliff, just by the brink, you see
There is a hut; I warrant me it trembles
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Yet does its tenant taste a sweeter shelter
Than he whose massy roof disdains the shock
That seems to rend the heav'ns.
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