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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
IV. A Stormy November Evening, Gradually Clearing up in a Mountainous Country
By Anna Seward (1747–1809)
CEASED is the rain, but heavy drops yet fall
  From the drenched roof; yet murmurs the sunk wind
  Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find
Whistling through yon cleft rock, and ruined wall.
Loud roar the angry torrents, and appall,        5
  Though distant. A few stars, emerging kind,
With green rays tremble through their misty shrouds;
And the moon gleams between the sailing clouds
On half the darkened hill. Now blasts remove
  The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain’s brow,        10
Full-orbed she shines. Half sunk within its cove
  Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound:—and lo!
Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove
  The vale’s blue rills, and glitter as they flow!

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