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60 Parallel in story,

Lo, the stately pair,

As late in grapple ranging,

The foe between them there—

When four great hulls lay tiered,

And the fiery tempest cleared,

And your prizes twain appeared,

Temeraire!

But Trafalgar' is over now,

The quarter-deck undone;

The carved and castled navies fire

Their evening-gun.

O, Tital Temeraire,

Your stern-lights fade away;

Your bulwarks to the years must yield,

And heart-of-oak decay.

A pigmy steam-tug tows you,

Gigantic, to the shore—

Dismantled of your guns and spars,

And sweeping wings of war.

The rivets clinch the iron-clads,

Men learn a deadlier lore;

But Fame has nailed your battle-flags—

Your ghost it sails before:

O, the navies old and oaken,

O, the Temeraire no more!