To give our globe a fatal slap,
The “crush of worlds” and “wreck of matter”
Would make ten thousand times less clatter!
Thus high in air two different kinds
Of monsieur Volney’s warring winds
Commence a most impetuous battle,
And round the Blue Ridge make all rattle.[119]
Loud, loud they bellow, blow and bluster,
With all the power that all can muster;
Harsh hurtle, howl, and hiss, but neither