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But now begin these fury-moving sounds

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The notes of wrath that music brought from hell,

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The rattling drums which trumpets' voice confounds,

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The cries, th'encouragements, the shouting shrill;

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That all about the beaten air rebounds,

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Thundring confused, murmurs horrible,

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To rob all sense except the sense to fight,

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Well hands may work, the mind hath lost his sight.