Since what unnumbered year Hast thou kept watch and ward And o'er the buried Land of Fear So grimly held thy guard?

You might have deemed our long gun-deck Two hundred feet of hell.

Up the River of Death Sailed the Great Admiral!

I acknowledge the Furies. I believe in them. I have heard the disastrous beating of their wings.

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