Part v

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Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie; Though they fell, they fell like stars, Streaming splendour through the sky.

_The Battle of Alexandria._

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

_The Ocean. Line 54._

Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man.

_The Common Lot._

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

_The West Indies.