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The Year of Wonders.
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79.
Our little Fleet was now ingag'd so far,
That, like the Sword-fish in the Whale, they fought:
The Combat only seem'd a Civil War,
Till through their Bowels we our passage wrought.

80.
Never had Valour, no not ours before,
Done ought like this upon the Land or Main:
Where not to be o'recome was to do more
Than all the Conquests former Kings did gain.

81.
The mighty Ghosts of our great Harries rose,
And armed Edwards look'd, with anxious eyes,
To see this Fleet among unequal Foes,
By which fate promis'd them their Charles should rise.

82.
Meantime the Belgians tack upon our Reer,
And raking Chase-guns through our Sterns they send
Close by, their Fire-ships, like Jackals, appear,
Who on their Lions for the Prey attend.

83. Silent