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Oft' as he paints a battle on the plain,
The battle's imag'd by the roaring main;
Now he the fight a fiery deluge names,
That pours along the fields a flood of flames;
In airy conflict, now the winds appear,
Alarm the deeps, and wage the stormy war;
To the fierce shock th' embattel'd tempests pour,
Waves charge on waves; th' encount'ring billows roar.
Thus in a vari'd dress the subject shines,
By turns the objects shift their proper signs;
From shape to shape alternately they run,
To borrow other's charms, and lend their own;
Pleas'd with the borrow'd charms, the readers find,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
A crowd of different images combin'd
Rise from a single object to the mind.
So the pleas'd trav'ler from a mountain's brow,
Views the calm surface of the seas below;
Tho' wide beneath the floating ocean lies
The first immediate object of his eyes,
He sees the forests tremble from within,
And gliding meadows paint the deeps with green;

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