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XIII. THE MIGUEL D'AQUENDA: WEYMOUTH.
The shepherd Britons, dwellers by the sea,Who watched the dark Phœnicians hither come,
Or later heard, along the banks of Frome,
The Roman eagles scream, and turned to flee
To that green rampart on the Dorset lea,
Were not more troubled for their gods and home
Than when our fathers saw above the foam
The great D'Aquenda's galleon going free.
Men clenched their first and muttered; women pale,
Pale as the Lulworth cliffs, went sobbing by:
“And is all lost, and are we prize to Spain?
And have our Weymouth gallants fought in vain?”
When out above the huge D'Aquenda's sail
They saw old England's glorious ensign fly.
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