As the tall ship, whose lofty prorenote
Shall never stem the billows more,
Deserted by her gallant band,
Amid the breakers lies astrand,
310 So, on his couch, lay Roderick Dhu!
And oft his fevered limbs he threw
In toss abrupt, as when her sides
Lie rocking in the advancing tides,
That shake her frame with ceaseless beat,
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