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The walls grew weak; and fast and hot
Against them pour`d the ceaseless shot,
With unabating fury sent,
From battery to battlement;
And thunder-like the pealing din
Rose from each heated culverin;
And here and there some crackling dome
Was fired before the exploding bomb;
And as the fabric sank beneath
The shattering shell`s volcanic breath,
In red and wreathing columns flash`d
The flame as loud the ruin crash`d,
Or into countless meteors driven,
Its earth-stars melted into heaven;
Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun
Impervious to the hidden sun,
With volumed smoke that slowly grew
To one wide sky of sulphurous hue.
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