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2 Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north, Diffusest life and vigour thro' the tracts Of air, thro' earth, and ocean's deep domain. When thro' the blue serenity of heav'n Thy power approaches, all the wasteful host Of pain and sickness, squallid and deform'd, Confounded sink into the loathsom gloom, Where in deep Erebus involv'd the fiends Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe, Swarm thro' the shuddering air: whatever plagues Or meagre famine breeds, or with slow wings Rise from the putrid watry element, The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, That smothers earth and all the breathless winds. Or the vile carnage of th' inhuman field; Whatever baneful breathes the rotten south; Whatever ills th' extremes or sudden change Rh