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��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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