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1642 "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me Of purple Pharaoh— I have a Navy in the West Would pierce his Columns thro'— Guileless, yet of such Glory fine That all along the Line Is it, or is it not, divine— The Eye inquires with a sigh That Earth sh'd be so big— What Exultation in the Woe— What Wine in the fatigue! Edited by Peter Carter
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