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In backward step collecting all their strength,
Anon the massy beam with stronger arm
Drive full and fierce; so rolls the swelling sea 310
Its curly billows to the unmoved foot
Of some huge promontory, whose broad base
Breaks the rough wave; the shiver'd surge rolls back,
Till, by the coming billow borne, it bursts
Again, and foams with ceaseless violence. 315
The Wanderer, on the sunny clift outstretch'd,
Harks to the roaring surges, as they rock
His weary senses to forgetfulness.
Anon the massy beam with stronger arm
Drive full and fierce; so rolls the swelling sea 310
Its curly billows to the unmoved foot
Of some huge promontory, whose broad base
Breaks the rough wave; the shiver'd surge rolls back,
Till, by the coming billow borne, it bursts
Again, and foams with ceaseless violence. 315
The Wanderer, on the sunny clift outstretch'd,
Harks to the roaring surges, as they rock
His weary senses to forgetfulness.
But nearer danger threats the invaders now,
For on the ramparts, lowered from above 320
The bridge reclines. An universal shout
Rose from the hostile hosts. The exultant Franks
Clamor their loud rejoicing, whilst the foe
Lift up the warning voice, and call aloud
For speedy succour there, with deafening shout 325
Cheering their comrades. Not with louder din
For on the ramparts, lowered from above 320
The bridge reclines. An universal shout
Rose from the hostile hosts. The exultant Franks
Clamor their loud rejoicing, whilst the foe
Lift up the warning voice, and call aloud
For speedy succour there, with deafening shout 325
Cheering their comrades. Not with louder din
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