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First Line: The fury of the storm is howling by
Last Line: Glanced on his flying foe, and fixed his tooth of fire.
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


The fury of the storm is howling by,
The whirlwinds rush, the bursting thunders roll,
Grim horror settles o'er the lowering sky,
And ruin flashes on the shuddering soul:
So burst with sudden swell thy awful strain,
And every blast of war was on the gale;
The maddening warriors mingled on the plain,
Loud rose the yell, and rang the clanging mail;
The victor's dripping chariot crushed the slain;
The raging tiger with terrific roar
Sprang on his prey, and dyed his claws in gore;
Rising on spires that shone with varied hue --
Bright crimson, burnished gold, and livid blue,
The serpent hissing in his burning ire,
Glanced on his flying foe, and fixed his tooth of fire.






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