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Sonnet 10 [How Darkly O’er Yon Far-Off Mountain Frowns]
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How darkly o’er yon far-off mountain frowns
The gather’d tempest! from that lurid cloud
The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud
Tho’ distant; while upon the misty downs
Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain.
I never saw so terrible a storm!
Perhaps some way-worn traveller in vain
Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form
Cold even as Hope within him! I the while
Pause me in sadness tho’ the sunbeams smile
Cheerily round me. Ah that thus my lot
Might be with Peace and Solitude assign’d,
Where I might from some little quiet cot,
Sigh for the crimes and miseries of mankind!