Her guns run in; twice to a rag
The stormsail torn, but set again.
"And, when she rounds to wind, they swarm
Into their rigging, and they dip
The tricolor, with hearts made warm
By hope and love. Look now! his ship
"Inside the doomed one! and you note
How, between life and death, he keeps
His Frigate like a pleasure-boat
Clean full and by: and, while he sweeps
"Athwart the Frenchman's hawse, lets go
His big sheet-anchor: buoys it, cast
Clear o'er the rail. They know, they know!
Here's help! here's hope! here's chance at last!
"For hauling (you shall understand)
That English hawser o'er her side,
All fear is fled of yon black strand:
Safely the huge three-decker rides.
