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By night there is fear in the City, Through the darkness a star soareth on; There's a scream that screams up to the zenith, Then the poise of a meteor lone   Lighting far the pale fright of the faces, And downward the coming is seen; Then the rush, and the burst, and the havoc, And wails and shrieks between. BY NIGHT THERE IS FEAR IN THE CITY THROUGH THE DARKNESS A STAR SOARETH ON THERE'S A SCREAM THAT SCREAMS UP TO THE ZENITH THAN THE POISE OF A METEOR ALONE LIGHTING FAR THE PALE FRIGHT OF THE FACES AND DOWNWARD THE COMING IS SEEN THEN THE RUSH AND THE BURST AND THE HAVOC AND WAILS AND SHRIEKS BETWEEN
l, the soul that led In Spottsylvaniaa’s charge to victory, Which justifies his fame. A cheering picture. It is good To look upon a Chief like this, In whom the spirit moulds the form. Here favoring Nature, oft remiss, With eagle mien expressive has endued A man to kindle strains that warm. Trace back his lineage, and his sires, Yeoman or noble, you shall find Enrolled with men of Agincourt, Heroes who shared great Harry’s mind. Down to us come the knightly Norman fires, And front the Templars bore. Nothing can lift the heart of man Like manhood in a fellow-man. The thought of heaven’s great King afar But humbles us--too weak to scan; But manly greatness men can span, And feel the bonds that draw. The Swamp Angel.[10] There is a coal-black Angel With a thick Afric lip, And he dwells (like the hunted and harried) In a swamp where the green frogs dip. But his face is against a City Which is over a bay of the sea, And he breathes with a breath that is blastment, And dooms by a far decree.  THE SWAMP ANGEL BY HERMAN MELVILLE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY JONATHAN BRYAN AT CLARK UNIVERSITY RECORDED OCTOBER OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE WORD PRESS DOT CLARK U DOT E D U SLASH M E N E U M A N SLASH LIEBERVOX THERE IS A COAL BLACK ANGEL WITH A THICK AFRIC LIP AND HE DWELLS LIKE THE HUNTED AND HARRIED IN A SWAMP WHERE THE GREEN FROGS DIP BUT HIS FACE IS AGAINST A CITY WHICH IS OVER A BAY OF THE SEA AND HE BREATHES WITH A BREATH THAT IS BLASPHEMED AND DOOMS BY A FAR DECREE
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