What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?? 
A bush-browed, beetle-brówed bíllow is it? 
With a soúth-wésterly wínd blústering, with a tide rolls reels 
Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen
Únderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.
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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling