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All alone, though far at sea Hung his consort, rounding to; All alone, though on our lee Fought our "Pallas," stanch and true! For the first broadside around us both a smoky circle drew: And, like champions in a ring, There was cleared a little space-- Scarce a cable's length to swing-- Ere we grappled in embrace, All the world shut out around us, and we only face to face!