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...clouds eloquently depict the phenomena they present : he makes one eay— " I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,...

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...whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. " I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...ocean and shores — I change, but I cannot die." A further part of the apparatus for the due distribution of water is the inequalities of the earth's...

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