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...cried, " If I may yet be gone !" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " — And but the booming shots replied, And fust the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave...through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. * Y'Miii:, Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the ailiniml of the Orient, remained...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone !" — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. 5 They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught...above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. 6 There came a burst of thunder sound — The boy — oh ! where was he ? — Ask of the winds that...

...cried, " If 1 may yet be gone !" ' —And but the booming sjiots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair; . And look'J from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, « If 1 may yet be gone !" — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone I And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, And shouted bat once more aloud, " My Father ! must I stay ?" While o'er him fast, through sail and...

...father, say If I yet may be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And look'd from that lone post of death, In still yet brave despair. Awl shouted but once more aloud, "...