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Ode to the Storm.

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I.

     Too early day has fled,

     With soiléd rays of red

The sun hath sunkt beneath its dismal shroud,

     In gathering storm array

     On the steps of day

The storm-fiend heaps a cloud upon a cloud,

     As in some dreamy poet’s tale

The horrid Lordes well-torn of flocking phantoms pale. Note  

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Gaveston

10, 11, 12, 13, 14

m   e   n   t   e

Roma

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Norma

9, 12, 12, 2, 3

a  n   n   e  l

9, 8 , 12, 11, 4, 1, 9

a      n   e         a

5, 11, 10, 10, 9

g  e   m   m   a

10, 4, 1, 7

m   i  r

9, 13, 13, 2, 12, 13, 7

a  t   t   e  n   t   o

13, 6, 12, 5, 2

t   i  n   g  e

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