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Each strong as a tower—and stern as a tomb,
The death-bearing ships sail'd the seas in their gloom;
Strange tortures were hid in the depths of each hold,
And wealth that might buy her—could England be sold;
Then came the proud queen to the shores of the sea,—
She gather'd around her the brave and the free;
Of all the Armada that darken'd the main,
No vessel return'd to its harbour again;
The maidens of Cadiz look'd out through their tears,
No banner their hand had embroider'd appears;
They are torn by the winds and the waves, or have been
Laid low at the feet of the proud island queen.
