FOR THE ENQUIRER. THE THUNDER-A SONNET.
{"character_count": 591, "word_count": 97, "ccnet_language_score": [0.7646999955177307], "ccnet_perplexity": [1149.699951171875], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
FVn hhA @"N"A"

 THE THUNDER-A SONNET. -,.

 'TO admire the thunder-wise

 To fear-absurb.' Shakespeare. Sublime of natures grand phenomena, Borne on aerial pinions through the sky, To this our earth to you I raise My thoughts, while o'er my soul AdOring visions hover, and my heart Seems fired with admiration Though my temerity makes thee terror, 'Tis fear sublime and pleasing: 'Tis His voice, who rides the angry storm, And holds the lghtnings-shouId not Man in adoration bow ?-but then This slavish fear doth III become A being inteIec tual-it should Excite not fear, but adoration. B."