ATA<br>
    &quot;I have bedimm'd the noontide sun,<br>
    call'd forth the mutinous winds,<br>
    and 'twixt the green sea and the<br>
    azur'd vault set roaring war: to<br>
    the dread rattling thunder have I<br>
    given fire, and rifted Jove's<br>
    stout oak with his own bolt; the<br>
    strong-bas'd promontory have I<br>
    made shake and by the spurs<br>
    pluck'd up the pine and cedar;<br>
    graves at my command have wak'd<br>
    their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em<br>
   