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