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gloomy hulls, in armor grim,

Like clouds o'er moors have met,

And prove that oak, and iron, and man

Are tough in fibre yet.

But Splendors wane. The sea-fight yields

No front of old display;

The garniture, emblazonment,

And heraldry all decay.

Towering afar in parting light,

The fleets like Albion's forelands shine—

The full-sailed fleets, the shrouded show

Of Ships-of-the-Line.