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...roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted...through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. And stream'd above the gallant child, Lake banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound...

...roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted...through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. And stream'd above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound—...

...roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted...through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. And stream'd above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound...

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