  The wind has roared in English many a time,
And foes have heard it on the frothy main, And yet again may hear, In many a sea-ward, sun-enamoured clime; For all the hearts of traitors ache with fear When our great ships go forth, as heretofore, Full-armÉd from the shore,— And Boreas bounds exultant on the seas, To bid the waves of these,— Out-leap for miles and miles, As loud as lions loosed on enemies! |
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