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Such were the gale-gusts, never Tempest blew with more of cruel will, of feller stowre, as though its mission were t’ uproot and strew on plain of Babel, Babel’s tallest tow’er:
’Mid the great washing waves that greater grew, dwindled the puissant Ship to stature lower than her own cock; and ’twas a thing of fear, seeing her in such surges swim and steer.