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#3
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roard the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
Coleridge 1798
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Voices from the Southern Ocean
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#3
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roard the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
Coleridge 1798
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