Excerpt: XIfrom "On came the whirlwind – like the last"
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[0] => Fair Brussels, thou art far behind, / Though, lingering on the morning wind, / %We yet may hear the hour / Peal'd over orchard and canal, / With voice prolong'd and measured fall, / %From proud St Michael's tower; / Thy wood, dark Soignies, holds us now / Where the tall beeches' glossy bough / %For many a league around, / With birch and darksome oak between, / Spreads deep and far a pathless screen, / %Of tangled forest ground.
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