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 1     1|        the plough (the thunder storm o'erpast)~There, where the
 2     2|   gathering gloom,~So the loud storm and tempest's fury grew,~
 3     3|        would the magic rampart storm,~Finds the way barred as
 4     5|      hears the courser come in storm,~Halts not, in his desire
 5    10|      The artillery rained like storm, whose fury fell~On all
 6    11|         Pregnant with rain and storm, which seems withal~To extinguished
 7    13|      us at the last,~The cruel storm will us ashore impel;~Driven
 8    14| surveyed;~And swallowed in one storm, for further grief,~So many
 9    14|     may be~Assured they in the storm will never thrive,~Unless '
10    14|        go forth with them that storm.~ ~ LXVIII~The emperor,
11    14|     Where Agramant was bent to storm foresaw,~And every thing
12    14|     shout,~Fast hurried to the storm the Moorish rout.~ ~ CX~
13    14|     paynim foes~Return, amid a storm of strokes and blows.~ ~
14    16|      king Agramant prepared~To storm a gate, and to the assault
15    16|       XIX~The frequent darts a storm of hail appear,~Which from
16    16|     Issues, ere yet the horrid storm infests,~So sallying swiftly
17    16| sweeping scythe, or grain from storm.~ ~ LI~The foremost squadron
18    17|     distance from the shore,~A storm assailed us, of such cruelty,~
19    18|          Nor length of way nor storm arrest~The speed with which
20    18|    hope, that at day-break~The storm might lull, or else its
21    19|     eyes.~Nor longer waxed the storm, which had dismayed,~Till
22    19|        every side, secure from storm or breach,~(Save only from
23    20|        could shun~Foul wind or storm, which vexed the neighbouring
24    20|     force the door.~But such a storm of darts from ready bow,~
25    20|        hast wrecked, in wintry storm,~As food for fowls and fishes
26    24|       houses low,~And bear the storm abroad, o'er land and main,~
27    27|   against thee blown~Is such a storm, that I no refuge see:~Nor
28    27|        tis done,~Yields to the storm: Thus Fortune, fickle dame,~
29    33|      the close-straitened city storm and take;~Felsina almost
30    40|        cannot face the pelting storm.~ ~ XLIV~"If you, my lords,
31    44|       have changed for calm or storm, nor I~Will ever change