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 Her guns run in; twice to a rag

The stormsail torn, but set again.

"And, when she rounds to wind, they swarm

Into their rigging, and they dip

The tricolor, with hearts made warm

By hope and love. Look now! his ship

"Inside the doomed one! and you note

How, between life and death, he keeps

His Frigate like a pleasure-boat

Clean full and by: and, while he sweeps

"Athwart the Frenchman's hawse, lets go

His big sheet-anchor: buoys it, cast

Clear o'er the rail. They know, they know!

Here's help! here's hope! here's chance at last!

"For hauling (you shall understand)

That English hawser o'er her side,

All fear is fled of yon black strand:

Safely the huge three-decker rides.