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And studious of a self possessing him,That was not in him in the crusty townFrom which he sailed. Beyond him, westward, layThe mountainous ridges, purple balustrades,In which the thunder, lapsing in its clap,Let down gigantic quavers of its voice,For Crispin to vociferate again.

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