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Sir Humphrey Gilbert.




Southward with fleet of iceSailed the corsair Death;Wild and fast blew the blast,And the east-wind was his breath.
His lordly ships of iceGlistened in the sun;On each side, like pennons wide,Flashing crystal streamlets run.