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For I trust, if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by

the hill, And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-decker

out of the foain, That the smooth-faced snub-nosed rogue would leap from

his counter and till, And strike, if he could, were it but with his cheating vard-wand, home.

TENNYSON.

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