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Sudden, loud yells terrific rent the air!
Horror possessed the poor man's soul anew;
For, borne against the tide, a man-of-war
Around the bend below, came full in view
With bellying sails, tho' scarce a zephyr blew;
The wail of wo, of agony the scream,
Mixed with fierce yells, and imprecations, too,
Rose from her gloomy decks; and it would seem
As if the fiends of hell were sailing on the stream.
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