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Unformatted text preview: whom no one claimed lordship o’er. 40 And there’s no shore of any manner, nor a banner of renown but that senses 45 my just bearing and to my daring kneels down. For my ship, etc. To the cry of “ship coming” 50 it is to see how it veers/tacks and gets ready/ prepares at full sail to escape For/as I am the king of the sea And my fury is to be dreaded/feared 55 In the captures I divide what is gathered/taken equally I only want 60 for riches beauty without rival/unrivaled It’s that my ship, etc. To the cry of “ship-a-coming” 50 it’s a sight how, their old tack overcoming, they at full sail set to flee For I am the king of the sea And my wrath inspires fright. 55 All the plunder I distribute, each ship’s tribute fairly share. All I want by 60 way of booty is a beauty past compare. For my ship, etc....
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- Fall '07
- Spanish, American films, Black-and-white films, Sneak King, homeland/native land/ fatherland