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“While she of Mir Hosem which, linkèd fast with grapples waits th’ Avenger side by side, shall sight the lopt-off arms and legs float past, sans owner-bodies, o’er the shifting tide: Like flamey bolt on Earth by thunder cast in blinding mist of blood the Braves shall ride: There naught shall strike the shrinking ear and eye save fire and steel-flash, shout and slogan-cry.