Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere. 

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4. From the Arabic, an Imitation
5. Homer's Hymn to Minerva

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