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ENOCH ARDEN.
He woke, he rose, he spread his arms abroadCrying with a loud voice ‘a sail! a sail!I am saved’; and go fell back and spoke no more.
 So past the strong heroic soul away.And when they buried him the little portHad seldom seen a costlier funeral.
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