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 324 DOBSON

��I shall know him by his face, By his god-like front and grace; I shall hold him for a space All my own !

It is he O my love !

So bold! It is I All thy love

Foretold !

It is I. O love ! what bliss ! Dost thou answer to my kiss? O sweetheart ! what is this

Lieth there so cold?

Bret Harte.

��CXXI

A BALLAD OF THE ARMADA

KING Philip had vaunted his claims;

He had sworn for a year he would sack us ; With an army of heathenish names

He was coming to fagot and stack us;

Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, And shatter our ships on the main;

But we had bold Neptune to back us And where are the galleons of Spain?

His carackes were christened of dames To the kirtles whereof he would tack us;

With his saints and his gilded stern-frames He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us;

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