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First Line: Sublime the pleasure, meditating song
Last Line: And warn the wretch, who rolls in guilt, to heed.
Subject(s): Wind

SUBLIME the pleasure, meditating song,
Lull'd by the piping of the winds to lie,
While, ever and anon collecting, fly
The choir still swelling as they haste along,
And shake with full AEolian notes the sky.
A pause ensues: the sprites, that lead the throng,
Recall their force; and first, begin to sigh;
Then howls the gathering stream the rocking domes among.
Methinks I hear the shrieking spirits oft
Groan in the blast, and flying tempests lead:
While some aerial beings sighing soft
Round once-loved maids their guardian wishes plead;
Spirits of torment shrilly speak aloft,
And warn the wretch, who rolls in guilt, to heed.

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