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    What a glorious wind ! How it tears about over heaven and earth , like a mad devil broke loose from the adamantine prisonhouse . Clouds above are flying before it , like the leaves below . Why this wind is a whirlwind . How it rushes , raves , and roars ; it blows the world topsy turvy ; one might walk , if we could but

    stand , over a milky way of acacia blossoms . The little peaches and nectarines are pelting like hail through the green-house windows . The oaks are tossing about their mighty arms , like fierce Saracens of old , with their maces and war-clubs ; and the tall poplars are bending before the blast , their foliage flying ., till you see their bare trunks straining like the masts of a ship in distress , when her canvass is all ' abroad in tatters . And there ' s the music of

    the main too , piping loud and high , all around and through the grove . How well the trees do it : right ^ Eolian harps are they , and jEolian trumpets , clarionets , bassoons , and trombones too . Splendid are the billows now in the Bay of Biscay . If I were there in my hammock , I should reckon it rough rocking ; and yet

    if I were as heavy as I am now , methinks I should sleep , even to such a motion and to such music . Heavy , heavy ! and sleep I must . The sounds are dim in my ears , yet ever and anon they are too startling . Qualify them , I pray thee , with some of that new music , whatever it may be .

    And the piano blended its tones , though what they were I heeded not , with the rushing and rustling of the trees without ; and though it was mid-day in June , and I am most unused to daylight sleeping , I went off , fairly and soundly on the sofa—and then and there I dreamt a dream . I have seen and heard of large and majestic billows ; I have watched those which , when the wild winds

    have been working their will , break at the foot of St . Catherine , uprearing their huge forms as they strike upon the sands , their tops retreating and curving , till they form a colossal arch-way , where the sons of Anak might stand , for a moment , beneath the vaulted watery roof , till down they come in thunder . I have tossed on those which approach the Hebrides and the Orkneys , swollen with

    the pride of having rolled unbroken from the western world ; and much have I heard of those on which the giant of the Cape looks down , those broad mountain masses , those watery Grampians , where , in the trough of the sea , one intervening wave may hide from those who pace the turrets of our floating Indian towers , the

    top-masts of their comrade ; but not even these , nor aught save those of Martin ' s Deluge , could compare with the measureless billows of my vision . And yet , there was no fury in their greatness ; they were not like the heavings and frettings of Sea at war with Earth ; but as parts , proportionate and harmonious , of a world of waters . It was not as if ' a shoreless ocean tumbled * A Characteristic Fantasia for the Piano Forte , on the National Air of Rule Britannia , by M . Mamlli . 5 j .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1833, page 450, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2618/page/10/