William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Under the dark and piny steep
  We watched the storm crash by:
We saw the bright brand leap and leap
  Out of the shattered sky.

The elements were minist'ring
  To make one mortal blest;
For, peal by peal, you did but cling
  The closer to his breast.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. The Russ at Kara
3. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
4. Lux Perdita
5. The Battle of the Bight

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