...in his ' Ode to ' the West Wind,' has described it as ' the locks of the approaching storm,' ' — spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like...bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Msenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height.' It is the cloud known to seamen,...

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...the steep sky's commotion Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and ocean. Angels of rain and lightning...zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm." But we cannot pass over so cursorily the Hymn of Apollo, because in the severe simplicity and selection...

...steep sky's comnio tion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves sire shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning...bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Ma-nad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height. The locks of the approaching...

...main streaming in the wind : " Like the bright liair uplifteJ from the head Of some tierce mœaad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon, to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm." He dashed into the wild recesses of the forest, where he might compass, without limit or curtailment,...

...tangled boughs of Heavenand Oeean, Angels of rain and lightning : there are spread On the blue surfaee of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fieree Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching...

...the steep sky's commotion Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning...bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Memad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching...

...Shook from the tangled boughsot'Heavenand Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning : there are spread (In the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of spme fierce M¡cnad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the...