LXV.

At length they rose, like a white wall along

The blue sea's border; and Don Juan felt—

What even young strangers feel a little strong

At the first sight of Albion's chalky belt—

A kind of pride that he should be among

Those haughty shopkeepers, who sternly dealt

Their goods and edicts out from pole to pole,

And made the very billows pay them toll.

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