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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'dembattled [sic] 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, 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; While