“Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame.”
(Piece from “The Coming of Arthur”, from “Idylls of the King” by Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1859-1885)
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