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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
227.
Their Cries soon waken all the Dwellers near;
Now murmuring Noises rise in every Street:
The more remote run stumbling with their fear,
And, in the dark, Men jostle as they meet.
Their Cries soon waken all the Dwellers near;
Now murmuring Noises rise in every Street:
The more remote run stumbling with their fear,
And, in the dark, Men jostle as they meet.
228.
So weary Bees in little Cells repose;
But if Night-robbers lift the well-stor'd Hive,
An humming through their waxen City grows,
And out upon each others wings they drive.
So weary Bees in little Cells repose;
But if Night-robbers lift the well-stor'd Hive,
An humming through their waxen City grows,
And out upon each others wings they drive.
229.
Now streets grow throng'd and busie as by day,
Some run for Buckets to the hallow'd Quire:
Some cut the Pipes, and some the Engines play;
And some more bold mount Ladders to the fire.
Now streets grow throng'd and busie as by day,
Some run for Buckets to the hallow'd Quire:
Some cut the Pipes, and some the Engines play;
And some more bold mount Ladders to the fire.
230.
In vain: For from the East, a Belgian wind
His hostile Breath through the dry Rafters sent;
The Flames impell'd, soon left their Foes behind,
And forward, with a wanton fury went.
In vain: For from the East, a Belgian wind
His hostile Breath through the dry Rafters sent;
The Flames impell'd, soon left their Foes behind,
And forward, with a wanton fury went.
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