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BOOK vr. Al^ EPIC POEM. 87
hot from his cloud. Why, fun of Sul-malla, doft
thou not look forth .'' I dwell in darknefs here j
j wide over me flies the fliadowy mift. Filled with
dew are my locks : look thou from thy cloud, O
fun of Sul-malla's foul." ******
TEMORA
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