It moves tempest'ous down the Mountain's sides,
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O'er lesser hills and vales like light'ning glides,
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And o'er their beauties fall'n triumphant rides,
Each verdant spot and sunny bank defaces,
And forms a minor Ocean at its basis;
So from his rueful lips Fabricio pours,
With melancholy Force, the tinctur'd showers;
O'er the embroider'd vest they take their way,