They lifted up their stiff right arms,
They held them strait and tight;
And each right-arm burnt like a torch,
A torch that's borne upright.
Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on
In the red and smoky light.
I pray'd and turn'd my head away
Forth looking as before.
There was no breeze upon the bay,
No wave against the shore.
L. B. 1798.
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Oh, Christ!] O Christ L. B. 1798, 1800.
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oh!] O L. B. 1798, 1800.
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But soon] Eftsones L. B. 1798.
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